It was not a sensible thing to do.
It was not a sensible thing to do. Anything that involves slip on, wedge-sandals is automatically not a good idea. Who thought of that? Were they intending to break someone's neck? The first rule for doing something slightly stupid is that you should have appropriate footwear. Strapless, platformed shoes aren't appropriate for anything, especially if they are slightly too big for you.
But if I chose to wear something else on my feet then putting socks on and doing up some laces would have given me time to change my mind.
I must have looked like a bit of a tramp. Stripy trousers and an embroider hoodie don't go together but they were very comfortable and it was quite late and there wasn't anyone to see me. It was just past nine and everything was silent. The sun had set fully and the streetlights were on but the sky wasn't completely dark. Light clung to it like a coffee stain. It was warm and a tiny bit breezy.
Mum was asleep on the settee. She didn't hear me leave. I wouldn't have minded hugely if she did as I wasn't doing anything secret- just going for a walk. But now, through no fault of my own, it had become a secret walk.
I didn't know where I'd be walking to. I turned out of our street and went up this path through some hedges. It's not really a path- it's very narrow and gets rocky quickly. It goes on for a while. A few steps in, I realised what I was doing wasn't very smart. No one knew where I was and I didn't bring my phone or my keys which wasn't great as there was the small issue that I'd shut the door behind me. Getting back into the house wasn't my primary concern at the time. I'd work it out when I got back.
What I thought of at the time was whether I should continue. I was scared. Scared of things I'd inflicted upon myself but also scared because the hedges grew quite tall and fused together at the top, creating a shadowy tunnel. I was afraid of the dark. I wanted to keep going. Me deciding to go for a walk was a spontaneous decision but as soon as I saw the shadowy path, I knew it was something I could write about. How boring would it be if I said I saw this thing, took a few steps, then turned back?
It wasn't really my decision to carry on. My legs just kept moving. I walked for a while. I used to go up there a lot so there was no danger of getting lost. Plants and stinging nettle almost touched me. I was careful not to twist my ankle. I kept going. I kept going.
The path ends at a stone house, to the right of which is another footpath path, usually muddy, which leads to fields. If you carry on long enough, there'll be cliffs. I reached the house and stood still, looking at it for a while and thought of how imposing, pretty and alien it was all at the same time. The windows were lit. It was the strangest feeling.
I contemplated going to the cliffs but concluded (very quickly) that that would be idiotic. So I turned back. I'd done enough to prove whatever weird little point I was trying to prove to myself and I'd got enough to write about.
Goodnight.
But if I chose to wear something else on my feet then putting socks on and doing up some laces would have given me time to change my mind.
I must have looked like a bit of a tramp. Stripy trousers and an embroider hoodie don't go together but they were very comfortable and it was quite late and there wasn't anyone to see me. It was just past nine and everything was silent. The sun had set fully and the streetlights were on but the sky wasn't completely dark. Light clung to it like a coffee stain. It was warm and a tiny bit breezy.
Mum was asleep on the settee. She didn't hear me leave. I wouldn't have minded hugely if she did as I wasn't doing anything secret- just going for a walk. But now, through no fault of my own, it had become a secret walk.
I didn't know where I'd be walking to. I turned out of our street and went up this path through some hedges. It's not really a path- it's very narrow and gets rocky quickly. It goes on for a while. A few steps in, I realised what I was doing wasn't very smart. No one knew where I was and I didn't bring my phone or my keys which wasn't great as there was the small issue that I'd shut the door behind me. Getting back into the house wasn't my primary concern at the time. I'd work it out when I got back.
What I thought of at the time was whether I should continue. I was scared. Scared of things I'd inflicted upon myself but also scared because the hedges grew quite tall and fused together at the top, creating a shadowy tunnel. I was afraid of the dark. I wanted to keep going. Me deciding to go for a walk was a spontaneous decision but as soon as I saw the shadowy path, I knew it was something I could write about. How boring would it be if I said I saw this thing, took a few steps, then turned back?
It wasn't really my decision to carry on. My legs just kept moving. I walked for a while. I used to go up there a lot so there was no danger of getting lost. Plants and stinging nettle almost touched me. I was careful not to twist my ankle. I kept going. I kept going.
The path ends at a stone house, to the right of which is another footpath path, usually muddy, which leads to fields. If you carry on long enough, there'll be cliffs. I reached the house and stood still, looking at it for a while and thought of how imposing, pretty and alien it was all at the same time. The windows were lit. It was the strangest feeling.
I contemplated going to the cliffs but concluded (very quickly) that that would be idiotic. So I turned back. I'd done enough to prove whatever weird little point I was trying to prove to myself and I'd got enough to write about.
Goodnight.
a nice photo I took that has nothing to do with this
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