Yesterday I joined the walking group at 8.30am for our weekly walk. We go about 9km and it takes us about an hour and a half to two hours. (They are not fast) After all the kissing on both cheeks for everyone (about 20 of us) I mentally added another half hour to my morning. Suddenly everyone started jumping in cars and at the urging of someone I jumped in too. 'Where are we going?' I asked. 'Thouars. we are going to walk around Thouars.' And so we did. We walked and walked and walked. We scrambled down banks and climbed up steps, inspected railway buildings, long time abandoned, strolled along the river and admired the views. I looked at my watch. 12.30pm. Where had the morning gone? At the top of yet another slope the leader of our group tried the door of an old church but it was firmly locked. Ah, I thought, we are nearly back to the cars so with luck I should be home by 1.00pm, two and a half hours later than normal.
As we approached the car park the group's president suddenly announced 'Time for lunch. We might as well have lunch while we are here.' Good idea everyone agreed so I had no choice but to follow as I had come in someone else's car. We piled into a restaurant to the alarm of the owners who were more accustomed to feeding a few locals, and pushed tables together, scraped chairs and left mud all over the floor from our walking boots. During lunch the same President had a brilliant idea. 'Suzanne (that's me) can organise our next trip away. You can take us all to England next year.' 'Good idea' they chorused. I am beginning to hate that phrase. We staggered out of the restaurant having eaten a three course lunch including wine for the handsome sum of 13€ and returned to our starting point. I looked at my watch. 4.00pm. My 2 hour walk had turned into a nearly 8 hour marathon. It was fun though.
As we approached the car park the group's president suddenly announced 'Time for lunch. We might as well have lunch while we are here.' Good idea everyone agreed so I had no choice but to follow as I had come in someone else's car. We piled into a restaurant to the alarm of the owners who were more accustomed to feeding a few locals, and pushed tables together, scraped chairs and left mud all over the floor from our walking boots. During lunch the same President had a brilliant idea. 'Suzanne (that's me) can organise our next trip away. You can take us all to England next year.' 'Good idea' they chorused. I am beginning to hate that phrase. We staggered out of the restaurant having eaten a three course lunch including wine for the handsome sum of 13€ and returned to our starting point. I looked at my watch. 4.00pm. My 2 hour walk had turned into a nearly 8 hour marathon. It was fun though.
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