I didn't want my adventure to end. I always want there to be a new adventure to follow, travel, and discover. But that isn't the easiest thing to have when you're living in Wells. The smallest city in England. And when you have no money. But still, I wasn't going to let that stop me.
I went for a walk, in a place that I have lived opposite for the last 13 years, but have never been to.
I cut across the golf course, along a path, into the woods, over more barbed wire, back into more woods, then out in fields of buttercups and heather.
Beautiful views greeted me in a mist of houses and hills. Birds trod quietly in the path of the grass, as rabbits hopped hastily into the long blades. I saw a tree I wished to climb, then remembered how difficult it was after I'd tried it, and why I hadn't bothered before then...
After walking for over a mile, I eventually found myself at the top of Tor woods, staring down at the paths I had travelled many times, below me.
I then met Sean, and his old friend from primary school, Paul. We went for a big smoke in another field, where I then went into another dimension... And going into another dimension is definitely worth calling an adventure.
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