I was always a curious one - and all our walks are planned to the last degree. For me, a walk is a treat - a one time ticket to track a route, and track it right. We never roam around, we take a path which I know for certain leads to some other path that leads to yet another path which ends up at the starting point. Circular routes give me such pleasure!
I remember this path near my grandmother's field. Down that hill is a lane to your left, and a few metres in it is a narrow country lane going uphill. It's barely even a lane where nature has been growing as much as it could. Intrigued, I immediately checked it on Google Maps upon arriving back home and discovered that it leads to San Andrea and San Anton school. Great, we would track that down next time, I informed my father.
So we went and were doing fine when all of a sudden the sound of buzzing began to fill the air - first distantly and then growing louder. Bees! I thought, and said so. As per usual my father brushed off this alarming observation without much thought. We walked a bit more, and then...Bees! I shrieked more hysterically. We must have been threading on their territory. We pulled as much clothing over our heads as we could and hurried back. It was awful trying to rush because the terrain was all uneven rocks but after a while the buzzing sound couldn't be heard any more. Phew.
Now anyone would have thought that after an episode like that and given my great fear of anything that stings, we would have let that path be. But no, my stubborn mind was already looking for some loophole. I went on Google Maps and concluded that the next time, we would go from the other side. After all, those bees could have been farmed ones - the farmer just happened to let them out for some air that time. So we went.
The path was already looking very sketchy and we were expecting to see a private sign any second but nonetheless we trudged off. We passed the school ground, passed their green-house hall and continued a few metres, then ... scampering back to our car. Our friends had come to see us off and wave us good riddance for the last time. I was still running long after my father had stopped.
And yes, this time I 'got' it and decided to let that path be. One path left half-way unexplored strikes me as a bit of a failure, especially since it is in my favourite area - where my grandmother's field is and we had so many happy family outings there. Yet it's better that than have to face those bees again!
P.S don't you be expecting any more photographs...as if I'm going to pause to take a selfie with some irritated bee!
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