Dear poor abandoned blog...

Dear poor abandoned blog, I do still love and cherish you, it is just the last few days have been a little busy with some true adventures.

Saturday morning (aka early afternoon when everyone finally could be bothered to get out of their PJs) we set out - a merry band of adventurers.  We laughed as we strolled, ate cheese and bread and drank hot black coffee.  Trees were climbed and stones were skimmed.  It felt like a magical adventure.

 

Then, as the light began to fade, our previously joyful party fell into a concerned silence.  The dog whined as the mist descended.  Soon we were unable to see our feet on the rocks in front of us and the sickly light of the moon only stood to make the shadows more sinister.   The sound of unfamiliar, quiet chatter was just audible within the dark woods.  Our brave group of stoic twenty-somethings had become a rabble of lost toddlers; when the source of the chattering voices was identified, the relief that it was simply two lost girls and not the death call of lost souls was palpable. 

 

Wrong turns were taken and blames were laid, our pleasant amble had become a dramatic march.

Eventually, in the distance, we saw the white glow of the car.  A beacon!  We cheered and ran the last half mile.  And, as we turned on the engines to bathe in the yellow warmth of fluorescent lighting, we sheepishly noted the time,  5:30pm.

Thank gosh we prevented Joe from phoning mountain rescue.