Finding My Way...Again

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

mysterious road.

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!

images~me