BEDS, HIKERS AND SCRAMBLED EGGS
Sitting in the breakfast room of a 300 year old house now a B&B, fellow travellers were ordering poached eggs. One traveller insisted she have her eggs scrambled. The owner, a spritely older woman has been operating the B&B for 49 years, and now does it all herself. Lovely fruits, cereals, jams and yogurts all spread out looking very inviting. As we were all finishing breakfast the owner comes around to collect the plates, we thank her and as she goes to collect the other plates, the lady with the scrambled eggs hands back her plate of untouched eggs and says “I’ve eaten to much of everything else”. The dismissive way in which she gave her plate back made me ponder the question today, What makes a good traveller? When did we come to needing phone service 24/7. What happen to “How are you? not “Do you have wifi?” Are we all so preoccupied that we can’t give a smile and Good Morning. Does it hurt to say thank you and thank you for drying my boots . My bed was dreadful. There is a crack in my bathroom wall of the 600 year old house I’m staying in. When did all this happen, that our expectations when travelling gives us the right to be sour, mean and disagreeable. What ever happen to looking at the fluffy white cloud in the sky and feeling happy that you are able to travel to wonderful locations. Is it certain Nationalities that are like this or is it just individuals. I have always found when doing long walks that it is a very caring, helpful and appreciative community. Not everyone I have meet on these last walks are like this, I fear the goal post may have shifted. Maybe it’s the B & B crowd. Every day I set out with my aching muscles, I look for the wonderful things in the day, the buttercup in the crack in the wall, the bunch of sweet peas that will give me pleasure, the 2,500 ft hill to climb so I can say I did it! The beautiful sunset as I sit and contemplate. Come on walkers let’s spread the joy of the great outdoors!.
A few wonderful photos for you to enjoy of my fabulous day.
Today we were on a mission to see the concentric stone circles in Oddendale, tick✔️. The other mission was to find Robin Hoods Grave. Looked and looked but couldn’t find it amongst all the heather. When we got to our B & B with wifi we find out Robin Hood is buried in several places in England. Greeted warmly by our hostess at the B & B when we arrived, a fellow traveller also arrives. She asks him “are you loving the walk, having fun”. His answer ” I haven’t had this much fun since my last migraine”. Grrrrrrr!!!!!
Get me back to the Hostel Life!