So today we wanted to get to somewhere that is quite a way off the beaten track. We took the train to the nearest station, and decided that rather than waiting for the every-45-minute bus, we would walk.
Off we set at a brisk pace in the general direction, and after three minutes we met a man and asked him if we were going the right way. He looked us up and down, then said: “Well, if you go down to the roundabout and turn left, you’ll be OK. Ask somebody there for directions. But ..” he hesitated, “it’s a hell of a long walk.”
“How long?” I asked.
“At least a mile, maybe a mile and a half.” He clearly had serious doubts we could toddle that far.
We smiled, thanked him, and continued on our way.
Half an hour later, we met a postman.
“Is this the way to Lucky Lane?” we asked.
“It is indeed,” said he, “but it’s a long way to walk.” He looked sympathetic.
“About how far?”
“More than a mile.”
Ha ha, they had no idea they were talking to a woman who had walked 500 miles across France. 😀