This wasn't where I'd been trying to get to, but I'd taken a wrong turning and ended up here. It was here that I'd decided I'd gone as far as I wanted to go, in the wrong direction. So instead of simply turning around and immediately going back the way I came, I'd thought I should at least stop for a few moments and take a look at where I was, even if it wasn't originally where I'd wanted to be.

Whilst the detour did turn out to have some interesting moments, I was generally infused with the feeling that I "wasn't there yet", and so was only ever partially engaged with what I saw. There was definitely a difference between purposively being somewhere, and being somewhere purely by mistake, I felt. Or maybe it was simply that there were too many trees round here.

Pretty soon though, I was back where I wanted to be.

The late morning sun was providing endless opportunities to appreciate once again the irresistible combination of green field, horizon, and blue sky. Things were different in this light, I managed to persuade myself. Well, they appeared so, anyway.

A recently built footbridge over the river offered a chance to view things from higher up. But anything positive I might have gained from this opportunity was countered by the nagging thought that all I was doing was being a tourist. There were lots of people here, people taking leisurely bicycle rides, people walking, people milling around campsites. This was a recognised "place to go", it seemed. And that, I imagine, was why the footbridge was here. So that all these people could go to the other side of the river, and be there too.

Whilst I was pondering this, several people passed me on the bridge.

Luckily, further away from the bridge, things began to improve. There weren't so many people there, and the ones that were all seemed to be on their way to somewhere else.

It was at least possible to imagine that other people hadn't been here recently, even if that wasn't strictly true.