you set off along a path and begin what can only be described as quite a pleasant little walk. You can remember walks when you were a child and how much you enjoyed them. The path takes you down through the trees and crosses a small footbridge over a stream. The path then begins to climb up hill meandering onto a ridge that leads out onto a patch of moorland that has no trees, as you continue following the path you notice that it is running out and is obviously less well trodden. Oh well, you continue until you reach the top of the hill that's marked with a pile of boulders. As you sit there you can see a wonderful view that is touched by the increasingly red glow of late afternoon sunshine. Looking at the complex clouds you identify that the weather will change shortly and silently curse to yourself as you think it will probably rain on you before you get back. You must have walked several hours to get this far and sure enough after less than half an hour walking back the heavens open and it begins pouring with rain. As you hurry back to the stream you see that the river has now swollen and the footbridge is submerged.