One of the follies of trying to 'find my way' is that
I frequently get lost. I set off on Saturday morning
in search of a playing field to watch my son's soccer match.
It was when someone mentioned...'look for the unmarked road and turn left'
that I knew I was going to be in trouble. Lucky for me, I sent my son
ahead with his Dad.
Of course, I passed the unmarked road, as you do, when you
have cars behind you who are not happy with you
travelling at a snail's pace looking for a
But then, a funny thing happened along the way to the playing fields.
I pulled into what I discovered to be one of many
unmarked roads and came across a charming church.
One minute I was cursing English country roads
and the next minute I was sitting in front of a church.
Was someone trying to tell me something?
Before I knew it I was out of the car and wandering around.
The clock was ticking but I just had to see.
What is that expression, I was lost but now I am found?
Must have been those few moments of peace because
finding the playing fields from the church was a snap.
Dad and son were happy to see Mom drive up the road.
Mom was happy too :)
Note to self...never leave home without a post code for the navigating system!