Walking in Water

It’s fair to say that yesterday’s group walk was one I won’t forget in a hurry! Sadly, due to the circumstances and weather conditions, I wasn’t able to take any photographs of my own this time. Instead, I’m going to try and break-up the text with some images sourced from various sites around the internet (thanks to Zemanta).

The racecourse from Cleeve Hill

The racecourse from Cleeve Hill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This walk was titled the ‘Spooky Walk‘ by the leader and, as if that wasn’t enough to tempt you out of your warm, dry bed on a soggy Sunday morning, it would cover several hills around the Cotswolds, starting in a small village known as Prestbury, just outside of Cheltenham. Continue reading

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What is ‘Genuine’?

I’m weak… I said I was going to resist contacting her for now but, I gave in, only to let her know how my day went and to assume that she was doing quite well. She replied to say quite the opposite. She was glad to hear from me and, of my day but, it’s clear that there’s something very, very wrong in their relationship. She is desperately unhappy. I felt like she was trying to reach out to me so, I offered a hand. In fact, I did a bit more than that by asking her if she’d like to talk about it (even after she said she hates talking about personal stuff and regrets making things public on social networking sites)… She told me to leave her alone. I won’t quote it properly because it was all written in upper-case with lots of exclamation marks behind. I am surprise she didn’t unfriend me on the spot but then, I have left her alone and it’s clear that she’s in a very dark and lonely place.

I worry about her but, once again, I’ve realised that I cannot help someone who is not prepared (or afraid) to help themselves.

A little while after that and, still online, I received a message from someone on a dodgy dating site (POF). She said I seemed genuine but, having spoken to her for a couple of hours, I’m beginning to feel that the word (genuine) is only true in the eye of the beholder (like beauty and perfection). At first, she seemed very ‘genuine’, sharing my interest in walking and we had more in common. I asked about her writing and she offered to show me some of her work…

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