Thursday, 17 January 2013
One such evening, I found myself adrift in the wood as the sun was going down. Suddenly, the benign forest took on an eerier feel, there was the screech of a buzzard overhead and we heard a mystery animal crash through the undergrowth a little way off. Skip thought about giving chase but then looked at me with a 'WTF was that?' expression and we drew close. I stopped and tried to get my bearings, then decided the best thing to do would be to head for the fast fading light. I quickened my pace and stomped through the bush, brambles snagging my progress as we blazed a trail to who knew where? After a couple of minutes I thought I caught a glimpse of a clearing ahead and then we tumbled out of the forest right onto the bank of the lake at Woodsman's cabin. I was amazed at how I could have been so close to home and yet apparently so lost and was relieved to be back on familiar territory. Skip ran on ahead as though he'd known the way all along and had bravely led us to salvation and we trundled off home through the gathering gloom.