Escape...
Today I attempted to sooth my sliding sanity by escaping to Burnham Beeches after I had dropped Lady K at work. In doing so I learnt some important lessons:
- No matter how far off the path you go or away from the easy access, public friendly bits there will always be some fucker with a dog. Burnham Beeches is not big enough to get lost in.
- I really hate dog walkers. Really.
- I'm not over keen on people generally. Or Dogs.
- No matter how carefully you follow a pair of deer to get a photo some fuckwit will stumble in yapping into a mobile phone and scare them off.
- Muntjacs can move exceptionally quickly and pretty much silently, while a squirrel will make about as much noise as a JCB being driven by a very drunk man with a thing against trees.
- Muntjacs make a truly pant-shittingly terrifying noise when scared. Really, it's like something from Lovecraft's nightmares. I thought I had fallen into an episode of Lost.
- I suspect I am going to spend the latter years of my life living in a hut up a mountain.
- No matter how far off the path you go or away from the easy access, public friendly bits there will always be some fucker with a dog. Burnham Beeches is not big enough to get lost in.
- I really hate dog walkers. Really.
- I'm not over keen on people generally. Or Dogs.
- No matter how carefully you follow a pair of deer to get a photo some fuckwit will stumble in yapping into a mobile phone and scare them off.
- Muntjacs can move exceptionally quickly and pretty much silently, while a squirrel will make about as much noise as a JCB being driven by a very drunk man with a thing against trees.
- Muntjacs make a truly pant-shittingly terrifying noise when scared. Really, it's like something from Lovecraft's nightmares. I thought I had fallen into an episode of Lost.
- I suspect I am going to spend the latter years of my life living in a hut up a mountain.