20.76km – with Anna and Prasana.
It’s bank holiday weekend. 3 days off. And it’s raining. Of course it is. It’s as natural as it’s sunny when you work and spend the entire day in the office. And it was supposed to be rainy all day. But: so what?! Let’s get out. (By the way, it turned out that BBC’s weather forecast for today wasn’t quite correct – once again. After noon, it remained sunny.)
‘Steffi, do you have your compass with you?’
I hadn’t seen Anna for a while. So we were catching up about everything. At some point we talked about work, hiking and how we could make it our profession. We came up with the idea of inventing a new type of hiking and get its copyright on it: underwear hiking. We’ll do it like Bikram who invented Bikram yoga, got it copyrighted, and sued everyone who taught it without license. We would be rich within no time. There must be demand for underwear hiking. The English are open-minded and resistant to cold. That must work. A new business idea was born.
Apart from that we enjoyed our bluebell walk. And it really was one. Bluebells everywhere. Carpets and carpets of purple flowers covering every bit of the woods’ floor. So pretty. End of April/beginning of May is bluebell time in England. Supposedly, UK has more than half of the world’s bluebell distribution. Usually I’m busy around this time of the year with essays for school, as should I be now, but this year I said ‘Screw it! Let’s do bluebells!’
Eventually, we added 10km because Prasana ‘diverted’ us to a really nice, peaceful ford (which means, he got lost. And maybe 10km is a little exaggerated :-)). We saw lots of old, beautiful churches, pine woods (which seem to be rare in this country), streams, and more bluebells :-).