Some walks are just magical ….
I couldn’t help but laugh the other day [Saturday] whilst out on a random afternoon walk … the weather had been appalling, l had been cooped up most of the day studying and working on the new blog and images, Suze was out at a shopping centre exchanging things over she had bought the previous weekend that didn’t fit and for a small brief moment there was a break in the weather … in a matter of a breath it seemed, the grey skies had gone and blue skies shone through .. it was literally a case of ‘now or never’ for a walk! The first walk of the day!!
I took the now in case the never blew over again … quickly put on some shoes, had a quick wee [why do we say that?] I mean what’s a long wee in comparison to a short wee or simply a wee … anyway, then after said wee, threw on a coat and picked up my keys and shot out the door, locking it and off l walked, watching the blue skies of ten minutes ago looking a bit greyer than they had been. 30 minute walk around the ramparts will be enough for some fresh air l thought … should be able to not worry about getting wet!
As it was, l was lucky, the rains did return almost five minutes after l got back home … but my walk that afternoon was more than lucky it was fortuitous in so far as two incidents which made my walk simply magical …
The first incident happened less than ten minutes after l had locked my front door, l was walking along Strand street and was literally opposite the main entrance to the reserve when a chap ahead of me on the pavement wearing a mask and looking at his phone with more than a little confusion stopped and asked me where the Co-oP was? The Co-op is a supermarket brand we have over here in the UK. However, whilst there are two in the town, one small mini-mart and another superstore Sir Masked was near neither.
I told him, that he wasn’t far from the main superstore, he just had to cut a left [down the Butts walk] down the ramparts and continue walking for a few moments till he saw the car park and then take the small path off to the left which would take him directly to the front doors.
He thanked me and then said he had been looking at his phone for fifteen minutes trying to figure out where it was? I laughed and said that’s the beauty of modern technology for you. We laughed and as we started to walk our way down the ramparts [we were going in the same direction] he was ahead of me slightly when his phone suddenly said “NO!! U Turn to get to your destination!!”
|The building circled in blue in St Mary’s. The red ‘route’ is where he should have walked [which from the church to the store is perhaps a three minute walk]. The blue route is where l was walking down and the blue cross is where l met Sir Masked, whilst the pink route is the route l directed him to take. Sat Nav was the one who directed him to follow the blue route in the first place ………. 15 minutes later l met him.|
I couldn’t help but laugh, and then we stopped and chatted, and he said that he had come out of St Mary’s church and followed the directions of his SatNav which directed him to walk down Strand Street. He was bowled over when l told him he was only three minutes away from the shopping centre the moment he would have left the church!
It was just so funny, as he in his confusions of being lost had turned up the volume of his phone to hear the directions, and muted them when we were talking, then once we started walking off … unmuted for his phone to sound like it was yelling at him!!
The second incident happened when l was on the other side of the ramparts walk on the closing half of my quick walk … l found myself in a conversation with Puff the Magic Dragon! Of course Puff wasn’t about puff as l am implying it was about the aspect of getting older, so my puff snippet here is in relation to both myth and fact ironically …
Quite often, as l am walking throughout the town or along the ramparts, l can smell the deliciousness of a joint being smoked, l say ‘delish’ because although l wasn’t a hard core smoker of cannabis, l am by no means innocent to it either, have taken many a toke in my past. Alas, l had to give it up as a part time habit a few years back because my lungs from 35 years of hard core nicotine smoking are pretty damaged. I haven’t smoked now since April 2018, so nearly four years now and l am happier for it …….. BUT, this doesn’t mean that when l catch the tell tale scent of some skunk on the wind that it doesn’t take me backaways into some relaxing days – because it does.
Anyway, so l was walking on the Millwall part of the ramparts and a guy cycled past me and the scent was so overpowering that l was like “Whoah dude, could that joint be any stronger?” he stopped and must’ve thought l was being funny and went to challenge me and l held up both my hands and told him there was no threat from me, l was just breathing in his groove. he smiled and offered me the joint .. and sadly l had to decline. i told him, l could no longer inhale anything without serious consequence and he looked crestfallen for a minute but then said “Dude, say if l give you a really strong blowback then?”
Well that just made my day, l readily agreed- safe distancing and mask on – he took a hugely deep inhale and standing one metre away blew the smoke into my direction and l was suddenly awash with the sweet delicious scent of skunk puff! A real ‘Draggin’ if there ever was one!
He cycled off and l was a happy dude for the rest of my walk … once home, l contemplated growing my own … but l know the moment l try, something is bound to go wrong and’ll get caught and they’ll not believe my excuse of getting tomato seeds wrong with my garden!
Oh well, life is short, you gotta get your laughs where you can, as Grace and l agreed on only last week!
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