A little winding trail

Most of the time when you're out on some hike or another, you tend to pass by things to reach the next destination. It may be a few miles or many. I was walking past something which I normally wouldn't have bothered about. However, it was one of those treks which wasn't important or long, so stopped and looked at a small path leading into some trees. Normally they are a waste of time.
The way in.

Initially a quick look was taken with a step inside and I turned to leave because it appeared to go nowhere. I suppose my curiousity got the better of me and a peek around a bush revealed a small trail leading off into some woods, so it seemed like a good idea to see where it led to.
Walking down unknown ways is something I've done since I was 4 years old. It was a nice spring day and there was no rush. A calm meander began to take place, not difficult to do because this wee path wound all over the place.
A number of times I stopped and soaked in the ambience of the area. Even though the trees were not fully leafed, silence prevailed. I could hear nothing, considering the location, but the rustle of the bush in a slight breeze and some birdsong. A line from a poem came to mind, "What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare."
The final stretch to a main route.

This trail is little, probably about half a mile or so. People do walk it, but not many, otherwise it wouldn't be there. It's nice, quiet and that's the way it should stay.

I really liked the short ramble, but not sure I'd be able to find it again.
Jun 27, 2021

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When I'm not on the road, I reside in London. I normally get out and often hike unusual or obscure routes, sometimes going off trail.
Occasionally places I write up will not be identified. That way some idiot walking clubs and the stupid Ramblers Association won't mess it all up.

"I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference."
- Jack Kerouac



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