Today Mum and I went on a gentle walk. Mum was sure she knew where she was going…she demostrated this by telling me to turn right while holding her left arm out.
I should have known it wasn’t going to be easy when the only goat we passed was this one:
The path disappeared,and we had to choose our own:
We gave up trying to find the church Mum wanted to get to when I realised we had no idea how to get back.
I had visions of some sort of international rescue having to happen…
We got back eventually, just covered in tree, thorns and scratches. But it’s ok…Mum says we can wait until next week before we try the same walk again… :o)