we (feuillyova and I) also went for a new year’s day walk, where my plan A (iron age hillfort) suffered from Wishful Thinking No-Mud Fantasy, so we CIRCLED the earthworks of ancient peoples cautiously, were UNABLE (as intended!!!!) to scale their massive walls and loot emmer wheat, cattle, pigs, &c., and then walked back to town via a bridle path which was enjoyably flat and accessible. this was scenic for about an hour and then we trekked heroically through the dark using feuillyova’s smartphone light as I had glued my phone into a case which completely precluded its use as a camera OR a torch. we walked through two (2) golf courses in pitched darkness, crossed a bridge over a motorway, descended to a CLOSED pub, and then found a bus stop in this mysterious new part of town and wended our way home. feuillyova adorable, radiant (literally and figuratively) while acting as expedition lantern-bearer; undifferentiated blackness of the suburban golf course thrilling, fertile with mystery.
