You can't walk here

 Today's little adventure took me and Max to the little known hamlet of Westhide. Twas here that we spent our childhood years, getting up to mischief (Max mainly) and doing things that kids today have never heard of - such as making dams or walking. 

It was a gloriously sunny day, albeit slightly on the chilly side. We began our adventure at the farm, where we set off across the fields in search of what according to Max was something truly exciting - I don't think anyone will be remotely surprised when I say that it wasn't. But before we get to the boring part, I'd like to share this amusing video with you of Max in a hamster wheel. Why? I hear you ask - because this idiot will do just about any stupid thing you ask him to without question.

So, back to the spectacularly underwhelming surprise. We first happened across a small man-made lake, dug to water strawberries in a neighbouring strawberry plantation. Now, anyone who knows me well will know that water is one of my three favourite things (along with clouds and trees, if anyone was wondering), so I gleaned a small amount of pleasure from this. But this was not to be the surprise, no no. The real surprise was in the next field, and was a much larger man-made lake, also for watering strawberries. You can imagine my disappointment - although I am used to being disappointed by Max.

From here we headed off across some truly delightful fields until we came to Ocle Pychard. Along the way, Max acquired a rusty tree branch to aid his walking - which he didn't need, and which made him look like a pretentious country twat. 

 Rather than follow the road back, we decided to take a shortcut across some fields and see where we end up. It was at the end of this shortcut that we happened upon a complete tosser who asked us what path we were following, even though he knew full well we weren't on the public footpath. While I tried to placate the fellow, Max's approach was to completely ignore him and carry on talking nonsense to me. After being told off like naughty children for walking where we shouldn't, we nonchalantly minced off on the actual footpath, lest we get told off again by the miserable sod. 

The rest of the walk passed uneventfully, but for the odd bit of reminiscing, which included Max telling me how he had once bought his Star Wars figures into the field and what great fun it was - he even pointed out the actual spot where he played with them (like I give a shit). 

The last part of our journey took us to the Climax - a decrepit piece of equipment which used to harness a wind turbine to extract water from a well. Max thought he'd be Billy Big Bollocks and see how far he could climb up it. He managed about 8ft before he got scared and had to come back down. 

 And so we come to the end of our adventure. What started off as a chilly walk, ended gloriously warm. If you can find it (it's not marked on any maps), Westhide is worth a visit if you're after a pleasant country bimble - just make sure you stick to the path. There are also a plethora of 'Keep Out' signs and dead trees blocking the entrances to many of the fields - which I suspect are old unexploded World War II minefields, so beware.  

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