Local Heart, Global Soul

May 4, 2015

Stupidly I Take A Step Too Far And Take A Short-Cut To Illegal…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

In my last post from the Thee Paviljeon de Horsten, (tea pavilion the Horsten), we deside to take a short walk in the grounds.

Oma (Grandmother) is in the wheelchair and we think we have seen a path that will loop back to the car park, instead of going back the way we came in.

I’m on crutches so wonder just how far this new route will be, but have had a rest whilst we had lunch so was willing to see.

We follow the path and before long the paved path became a sort of semi paved one where there were also a lot of small stones.

Further up there was one wide loop in the path where it doubled back on itself and there is a sign that says no short cuts across the grass please.

By now I’m realising that I’ve bitten off more than I can manage and I ignore the sign  and take the short cut, much to the horror of my children.

Of course I wouldn’t have had I been totally fit, but surely common sense should take precedence for once?

From the track that was in the grass it was clear that a lot of able bodied people had ignored the sign too… Just after this bend it became clear that this path was leading us an ever-increasing distance away from the car park and certainly was no short cut back to it.

Himself asked if I could manage, I said no and admitted defeat, I turned back as the pain really set in, my foot rudely reminding me that there were limits to walking without suffering for it.

The loop in the path appeared again and again I took the short cut, much to the indignation of the children so I explained that unless they fancied carrying me, I needed to take a few drastic measures now and again. They looked at me like I must be the new black sheep of the family since I had obviously started a life of crime but stopped nagging about the sign.

I can’t say that the last hundred meters to the car were done with any pleasure, and progress was slow because I started stopping for a rest every few minutes. Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr started to get restless at my slow pace, and Himself and Oma rather concerned but I made it back eventually, inhaled some pain medication and retreating to bed for a nap when we got home.

No more walking this day for me that day or the next either, but at least it being a Saturday the kids could help fetch and carry that evening and the next day.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

“Theepaviljoen de Horsten”


  1. take care

    Comment by kiwiskan — May 4, 2015 @ 2:19 am | Reply

    • Kiwiskan,

      Thanks!!! p.s. I’m trying to take as much care as possible 🙂

      Comment by kiwidutch — May 5, 2015 @ 10:27 pm | Reply

  2. I would hope that if someone saw you struggling across the grass as a shortcut with your crutches they would take pity and not tell you off! Failing that, you could have burst into tears…. 🙂

    Comment by Elaine - I used to be indecisive — May 4, 2015 @ 10:00 am | Reply

    • Elaine, gosh the tears happen often enough as it is! I was in so much pain by that point, crying would have come all too easily.

      Comment by kiwidutch — May 5, 2015 @ 10:20 pm | Reply

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