“When it doesn’t feel right, go left”



There is something about putting one foot in front of the other and simply walking, moving forward or sometimes as I did today, shuffling sideways in shorts through wheat fields.

You think about the breakfast you had and that it finally wasn’t yet another round of English breakfast with sausages, bacon, grilled tomatoes and toast.   You think about the wheat production and the mini wheats that you use to eat as a kid, as you are walking through one wheat field after another.  You contemplate the ways to walk around cow shit.  You think of the paths you are walking and how many others have walked them before you.

Conversation with us on this ‘walking holiday’ usually commences with what we each read during our coffee and breakfast time, our faces pressed into newspapers, Globe and Mail on line, twitter and Facebook.  Often the stories involve Europe, the IMF, USA politics (Donald Trump is amusing us), local weather news and our Canadian dollar in the toilet.  We read all of the events we have been out of touch with:  Droughts, forest fires, the fall of the Chinese stock market, oldest giant panda turning 37 years old and a multitude of other events that have ‘happened’ that we missed the day before.

Somehow we manage to get all of the ‘reality’ aspects from our morning reading out of the way of discussion within the first 20 minutes walking.  Then begins the pure joy of simply walking.

Today we were filled with one path after another.  We walked over 7 miles (11.5 km).  Our bodies loved it, our minds appreciated it and we know that tomorrow is our last day of the walking holiday.  We are choosing the path of left when we are unable to go right.  And as Albert Einstein said, “When it does feel right, go left.  The one who follows the crowd will go no further than the crowd. The one who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no one has ever been before.”

The many paths we walked:



If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep walking.


Here’s the right direction we faced in the last couple of days…

Through country sides, through villages, in mud, in grass, visiting a falconry, wearing rain coats, wearing t-shirts (on the same day)….


IMG_0848Dover Hill with more sheep!

Hoo Cottage




Hoo Cottage

And when it rains in England… we went inside:

Sudeley Castle where King Henry VIII’s last wife, Queen Catherine Parr lived with her husband after King Henry.  The current, Lady Elizabeth Ashcombe opens it up to the public (probably to help pay the HUGE upkeep on this castle).




And then we crack on more walking….

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How does one realize that they are going the right direction?  Well there often is no predetermined destiny… just a matter of the journey.

Burn Your Boats


When Alexander the Great arrived on the shores of Persia his army was overwhelmingly outnumbered. Yet he gave the orders to his men to burn the boats. As their only means of retreat went up in flames.  When walking the Cotswolds – Burn Your Boats.  Head down and onward (sometimes through shit) you go!


The Cotswolds became prosperous in the middle ages from wool production.  Trust me – bleating sheep, stepping around and sometimes in sheep shit and the vast grassy hills IS the Cotswolds.  Of course, I do not discount the beauty of the towns like: Broadway, Chipping Camden to name but two.  Beautiful villages with pretty cottages.

We started this morning walking from Broadway.  So very different to the street we live a block away from in Vancouver.  It’s a quaint village that sells everything from walking gear, postcards, wool sweaters and a good place to stop for a cup ‘o tea!

Three Grants walked up a hill from the village of Broadway to Broadway Tower. Walking with sheep shit sticking to our feet while admiring the AMAZING views.   It was quiet with the natural sounds of sheep bleating, which is quite nice actually.  We loved the horse, of course, as we anticipated feeding an animal or two, we had apples in our back pack.   Here is the trek up:



IMG_0820 IMG_0821 IMG_0823When you take your daughter on a walk – it turns out she reads books along the way – at least it’s “To Kill a Mockingbird” and is reading poignant parts out loud along our walk…..


What did I enjoy about the walk – these routes that were the Cotswolds way…. lovely walking with your own thoughts (and Lara talking of course!).

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What Kind of Fuckery is This?

I have to ask – who made these directions up??!!  Note the word – 6 miles… yes we were prepared for this walk.  Had the walking shoes.  Have a map OS 151 – seemed good to me.  But really… read the words:

“follow the elevated path”… mmm where was that?

“follow the left hand boundary of the field to the corner and head down the slope”

Oh AND THIS one is great: “This section is now very poorly maintained with long grass and nettles and a path that is no longer obvious”… Now that is the FUCKERY!?!!

Here’s a couple of pictures of us trying to tried to find these amazing directions given to us:

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Now what you see is Lara walking along the road… simple enough.  Dave coming out of one path that leads to no where.  The open field that had a path leading to it (probably for farm workers) and the path of enlightenment if we chose to take one of them!

Eventually after doubling back a few times, we had to choose the car path and we walked about 2 miles down a major road (not idyllic scenery as semi-trucks and buses are whooshing by us)… as we follow a road map!

Welcome to our next scavenger hunt of clues to how to find things….


peeing at monument


find telephone pole


go thru gate # 8


oh under 2 telephone poles




Find castle house


could have ridden a horse?


So you ask WHY the title of “fuckery”… I just believe that the English directions for travelling by the footpaths through their country need to add this extra word to the dictionary under “fuckery walking holidays”.  The definition to include “scavenger hunt like clues for walking through the English country side, where paths may or may not be found”.

After all… you recall the beginning picture that said 6 miles – here’s our end result and both Dave and I believe we are on the fairly intellectual side of reading English… and our cummulative total was:

IMG_0797    Fuckery Walking Holidays!



Trials and Tribulations of Travel


After enjoying Poland for the obvious reasons of Tony and Kasia being there; great scenery; good local food; wonderful prices for the weak loonie… we landed in England.

It was not so Jolly of a landing let me tell you.

We have booked a walking tour with the Carter Company, they suggested we stay in Oxford for the first two days and get the “university” experience. This would include staying in St. Stephen’s University rooms and eating in the great hall. Sounds idealistic right? It probably would have been except that I suffer greatly when it comes to the chemicals burned within the product labeled “incense”.

Now I get that we were in a theology university, where people were searching for God. We were not. Our hallway and room smelled like THE gateway to God. Within 10 minutes my head exploded and I felt like I’d been on a two-week bender.

My immediate response was to ask politely (I am Canadian after all) to change rooms. Yes, there is another room available – guess where – RIGHT next door to the incense-burner’s room, not across the hallway. “Brilliant” and ‘no thank you” is a complete sentence right??!

The obvious answer was to call the Carter Company and ask them to substitute the university experience for a hotel/b&b inn experience. Seems simple except that we landed in Oxford during graduation week – thus the house was full – everywhere.

We eventually found an opening at Four Pillars Hotel. We landed in a room that based upon the ‘label’ looked great as we had a bed and Lara would be accommodated in the living room area of the room with an extra bed. That extra bed was set up for a 2-year sized cot. The room windows open merely 2 inches for fear of someone tossing themselves out the 2nd floor window into the farm pasture below the room window. The dying fan sounded like the landing of a 747 in the pasture below!?!

What’s a girl to do? Well I got my ‘bitch on’ and complained. At one point rudely bringing the offending fan into the lobby bar and plugging it in, whilst my husband being the gracious man, went to the bar to order a glass of wine.

Shit happens – it turns out travelling often requires a huge level of patience and bottle of WINE!