Walk stats (google fit)
Day: Wednesday 7th February 2018
Miles: 14.6 Steps: 38,483 Time: 6h 12m 37s Calories: 1,647
Getting to Tavistock wasn’t the only thing that failed, in fact, I originally planned to go to Plymstock. You can see in this picture how much of a detour that it took.
How did I do that, you may ask?
By first going the wrong way and then sticking with it. Perhaps not the best idea because most of the time I had no idea where I was. At one point I even found myself staring at a wall of brambles, and that was after walking around in circles. Not the best start.
I finally found myself at a crossroads having to decide what direction to take, and I madly thought I could walk 15 miles to Tavistock in 5 hrs to get the bus back in time for a Christian union event. I may have been able too but, as you will find out by reading on, nature had other plans.
Continuing with the story, I found myself walking the 27 cycle route and I must say what this route is mystifying with features such as 3 large bridges with views stretching for miles and a tunnel so long that I was in the pitch black for a creepily long time.
I managed to get to Yelverton at about 5pm and even though I was in a serious amount of pain, with the back of my left knee starting cramp up, I wasn’t ready to go home. Knowing I couldn’t make it to Tavistock in time, I decided to see how far I could get before I had to hop on the bus and go home. The only problem was that I didn’t factor in the earth orbital patterns. i.e it got dark. This isn’t usually a bad thing but for one I was on my own and two, I was walking past Horrabridge onto a path with no lights. Suddenly feeling freaked out, I decided it would be best to go home. I check my phone and found out where the nearest bus stopped was. It took me all that time to then release that you actually need change to get on a bus. Now I was really freaking out because where the hell was the nearest cash machine. To make it worse my phone was on 9% battery.
I decided to trust my God, say a little prayer and wait for the bus. Those few minutes were some of the most nerve-racking of my life. Then the bus turned up, I told the driver of my situation and if he could take me to the nearest cash machine…and, to my relief, he did. It was a severe face-palm moment when he stopped at Yelverton and pointed out the cash machine right next to the co-op where I brought chocolate from an hour earlier. But that didn’t matter; I was able to get cash and get home safely and on time for free food and a christian talk about freedom and how just doing what you want isn’t always freedom. Go figures.