I ought to have been excited by this, I think. It was a bird-viewing hut. I hadn't sought it out especially - initially it was just there on the horizon, and then suddenly it was there right in front of me. I'd been walking along the usual track, thinking about whether I should always stick to the same route, and reached somewhere around the point where everything usually seems at its most interesting. Then suddenly I must have lost interest, and decided to head off sideways into the fields. The sun came out around this point; that may have contributed to my change of plan. Or maybe there was something inevitable about it.

The ground around the hut suddenly became very boggy as I approached it, and so my shoes and socks immediately became sodden. That was unfortunate, I felt. This is evidently what happens when one tries to venture off the beaten track. Still, at least I was able to get inside the hut (it wasn't locked).

Having surveyed the landscape from this unusually high vantage point, I came to the conclusion that it was exactly the same as it was from ground level, only with a more elevated perspective. I also thought about birds for a few moments whilst I was inside the hut, but as I didn't particularly see any, these thoughts didn't amount to much.

In the end I think I decided that I'd have more success if I stayed at ground level.

Later on, in order to go further in the direction I was heading, I jumped over a couple of canals. Then on the way back I had to jump back over them in order to return to where I'd come from. At one point during this journey I picked up what I felt was a rather nice stick, then got tired of carrying it, so left it behind. It wasn't such a nice stick after all, I must have unconsciously decided. None of this activity is documented through photographs.