I’m doing a dummy walk for one of
my walking groups. It’s a walk which mixes in a pub lunch. The only problem is
that I’m a bit short for time. Firstly, Mum has already agreed to make me lunch
today and I’ve already agreed to go to the hospital with her, so this will be a
very quick run rather than a walk. The second thing is that even though I’ve
done this walk before, I cannot remember how long the walk is or work out how
long it will take me. I’m standing on the edge of the embankment with the town
behind me, grasping my smartwatch in my wrist and pondering the situation. As I
look down, I see a large friendly woman set up a large red marquee-styled tent
on the green below. In front of me on the hilltop is a beautiful stream
trickling through rolling green hills. I’ve got three hours to play with; but
I’m probably going to need a shower on my return; especially if I run it. I toy
with the idea of calling home, but I already realise that I'm going to be out
of time. Sadly, I turn round to abandon the walk and head back down the
embankment.
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