He had closed the shop and we went for a walk on the fells in the Trough of Bowland folowing the map above, even though i had forgotten to bring my socks with me. But I won't complain about my sore ankles, or the horsefly bites.
To be continued....
I had inteded to write about the flocks of gulls that circled above our heads as we walked across the open moors and the grouse flying up beneath our feet, and how we saw a thunderstorm moving towards us from the south and how the brilliant sunshine turmed into a thunderstorm and we lost our way in the mist and rain. And as we blindly stumbled on across the trackless moor the storm moved on out across the may, and how we watched the the remaining clouds slowly disolve in the valleys below us as the sun came out again.
I was going to write about all these things, but the sandles/socks debate has pushed all that aside.
I feel three things need to be made very clear.
1) The sandles in question were not real sandals.
You can get some idea of what the walk was like from this picture of Kit on a rock shortly before the storm blew in. The empty fells stretched out in all directions, roads, houses, villages and towns hidden from sight, creating a fragile illusion of wilderness.
I'll end with a link to this interesting Pirate problem I discovered the other day.
Pirate Game