…Wen seems intent on punishing herself again.
I know. I know she probably has little choice but personally speaking I would be more than happy if we never went back to Bar-Brook-One… Ever! That is not going to happen but given the inevitability of this eventuality, I have come to see it as something of a duty to prevaricate Bar-Brook-One at any and every opportunity I get.
These days I get plenty of opportunity.
Given that we drive past Rowan Cranny Falls at least twice a month on our way to and from Lodge Meetings it could only have been a matter of time and time, as we now know, does not actually exist.
“I nearly got up at four this morning and headed out there alone,” says Wen pensively over breakfast.
I glance out of the window at the howling wind and lashing rain, “You couldn’t have picked a finer or more appropriate day.”…
…Thankfully the course of the stream, or, more accurately perhaps, the brook, does afford us some protection from the elements.
In fact, it is quite pleasant down here.
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