Do you need to know where you are? All the time? I do. And so it was that I unpacked my A4 Google satellite map of the area to accompany me on my walk along the partly made path along the seashore to the town. Mini-me decided she wanted to rest which means she also decided I needed to push her and buggy through soft sand and limestone gravel for an hour. Finding my way back was easy, not least because I went back the way I came but because I simply had to follow the line of damp sweaty sand I’d left behind. My snail trail had the beneficial effect of firming up the sand so I was able to make it back without the need of first aid. Three litres of water ensured I’d replaced half of what I’d lost.
Not a lot else was done that day.
Are we there yet?
arms like geoff cape by the end of that I’d say!
Been and back, Sarah. Posting retrospectively.
Manuel, and a belly like him too.