Monday, May 05, 2014

Why you should never take advice from Indiana Jones

There've been a lot of changes since we first started walking over the tip and through the woods. Back in those days it wasn't unusual to see a boot or other rubbish poking up through the surface of the tip; today nature has fully reclaimed it and it's a lovely walk. And walking in Clyne woods with just the sound of the birds and the stream it's hard to believe that it has such an impressive industrial heritage.

The old train line to mid-Wales ran up through the valley: a victim of the Beeching cuts I believe. Now where the train track was is a paved path for walkers and cyclists. But the woods are full of indicators of the valley's history. From the  remains of arsenic works to the quarry, from the bell pits to the brick works, the signs are still there if you look for them.

Today I decided George and I would explore the parts we hadn't covered for a long time, including the quarry, which is now barely identifiable as such, so great is the woodland growth. From the quarry we turned towards the river and a part of it we don't usually walk.
And that's when I had my great idea.

'Let's have an adventure, George!'
'Must we?' (George prefers the familiar.)
'Yes, come on, it will be fun. We'll try and follow the river down to where we normally join it.'

Which is what we did - and when the path ran out we went river-trekking. Until we reached this.
At this point I said, 'What would Indiana Jones say now?'
'Go for it!'

(George isn't convinced.)

Then at this point, about a sixth of the way into the tunnel, as I tripped over yet another branch and slid on a slippery rock while cold water dripped down the back of my neck, I said, 'That's the last time I listen to Indy.'

I could have persevered but what if I'd fallen? I didn't have a phone so I could have just lain there and died. And George would have sat with my body slowly starving to death himself. (Yes, I can see that happening too.)

To be honest my real fear was that I'd stumble across a body. Yes, I know it's not likely but it wasn't worth taking the risk of needing lifelong therapy and never being able to venture into a tunnel again. So we turned back. 

And got home in one piece.



6 comments:

Shirley Davis said...

I'm very glad to read that you are both still safe. Tut tut leading George into mortal danger. I hope his muddy paws stain a kitchen rug, or something ...

...not.

Glad you had a good holiday too.

katney said...

Locally the old railroad right of way has been made into a pathway. Not nearly so picturesque, though.

On another note, while I was still working once I had an evening event, and rather than come home and go back (I had an hour's commute) I walked the local Greenway walk along the river for several miles and back. It is a great path, well designed and well maintained.

But Yikes. I think it was a couple of days later there WAS a body found. Haven't walked that again.

Liz Hinds said...

We were both quite safe really, Shirl! Just about.

Yikes indeed, Katney!

Leslie: said...

Still...you had an excellent adventure. Sounds like fun and I love how you talk to George - just like I talk to Tegan. I like to think the coyotes will hear us and will keep away!

Rose said...

I would have been just as afraid of finding a writhing mass of snakes:) Reading this, I was thinking you should write a book of your adventures with George!

Liz Hinds said...

It's just embarrassing when I'm talking to george and someone pops up from around a corner, leslie!

We don't get that many snakes here, rose! Thankfully.