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May 18, 2014

Well, It Looked Like A Good Idea At The Time…

Filed under: BELGIUM,La Roche-en-Ardenne: Castle,PHOTOGRAPHY — kiwidutch @ 1:00 am
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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

There are always moments on holiday when families can not agree on what they want to do with their day. Ours was not actually a disagreement, but rather a realisation that even if I were to head off to the camp site and complete the family group, I was destined to spend most of the day alone.

Everyone else wanted to take a big canoe trip. The idea is that you drive to the canoe operator’s base, a dozen or so kilometres upstream, canoes would be hired, safety equipment organised and then with the canoes on a  special trailer and everyone in the minivan towing the trailer, the party would be dropped yet further upstream in an area of the river suitable for beginners and child canoeists…

…they then make their way back downstream to the canoe operators base and back to our own family vehicles for the trip back home.

Crutches and canoeing are never going to be great dancing partners and even in the shallow river water my foot isn’t stable enough to stand unsupported unaided so my options are: stay at the accommodation / camp-site / canoe base, alone all day or find myself something else to do.

I opt for the latter and having spied a castle on the hill and a sign advertising a medieval festival there, ask Himself to please drop me off at the base of the hill when they head out of town to the camp-site.

Himself  looks at the hill and expresses concern: “How on earth are you going to get up there?” My response is “very very slowly, there are  wide steps all the way up and  after all, I have all day“.

Himself  duly dropped me off  in the shopping street at the bottom and waved me goodbye. I looked at the steps and thought “Ok, I can do this, be careful and go slow“.

Imagine my shock when I negotiate all of the steps I can see from street level and then find that they end abruptly instead of continuing all the way up as I imagined they would.

From here on up there are rough cobbles so I take a look and put my thinking cap on:  It’s still early morning, I have the entire day, it doesn’t look too steep, the stones are bone dry and not wet and slippery so why not do this?

Making certain that the crutches were firmly planted in a safe position for each step, I slowly inched my way up the hill. At first I was so intently concentrating on looking at my feet, bracing myself securely with the crutches, creeping forward and then repeating the process that I completely forgot to look around me. I got tired after a little while and stopped.

Now I found myself looking in horror at where I was, it was much steeper than I’d first  imagined it to be and I now gotten myself into a position where it was as difficult to go back as it was to go forward. Stupid, stupid, stupid moi, what do I do now? There wasn’t a soul around, and certainly no one coming up or down with a vehicle. After a rest I decided to carry on the careful ascent, and the walk that would have taken a normal person fifteen minutes took me at least an hour.   At least the terrain flattens out a little,  I’m not at the top yet but can take a proper rest here.  On the plus side, at least there is a view…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 Comment »

  1. I’m scared to ask how you got down…

    Comment by kiwiskan — May 18, 2014 @ 3:51 am | Reply


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