Turning south

At the end of the westbound leg of the route, the Gorse Fox caught up with two chaps standing by a stile looking at a map. GF called a cheery "Good day".

They looked up and smiled. "Can you help us?" they asked, "can you show us exactly where we are on the map?". The Gorse Fox went over and looked. He orientated himself as he looked over their shoulders.

Mmmm, something didn't look right. The guy was tracing the SDW on the map, but was looking at the wrong part of the map... in fact he had to turn over two creases in the map to get to the right place. And they say that women have difficulty reading maps(*).


Turning back south, GF left them to their walk, and continueed with his. Back into the woods for a few miles, but again total solitude.

Here and there there were openings that showed glimpses of rolling countryside. A slight haze softened the distant hills.


(*)GF, of course , doesn't subscribe to such scurrilous aspersion. Certainly his wife-nav is impeccable.