A party of oldish nice looking, blouses open schoolgirls pass me on the path, we exchange ‘Hellos’. When I come to Luibeg Bridge it is washed away, part of its concrete foundations lying in the boulders of the river bed. I finished the paper work the warden had given me, but realised he wasn’t the warden after all, but the warden’s husband.
They’re led by ‘Sir’ who gruffly tells me it’s 3 o’ clock when I ask him the time. Looking back it looks like a hanging valley coming out into Glen Dee. There’s a lot of boulders in the river bed – must be quite a torrent during the melts. Hear someone in one of the bogs, paper being ripped at spasmodic intervals. Go across and ask a bloke standing at a bus stop the time. Wood Green’s only a mile, so I walk there, passing a couple of coppers. Near Wood Green a couple of old women off to their early morning office cleaning. When I started on the paperwork he disappeared with the young bloke who’s staying here, to the pub, and then turns up later.
There’s a big herd of deer, lots of stags, on the other side of the river. Make for the bridge, some tents pitched on the common, but when I get there it has also been washed away. “This is Peter, he’d like to be Assistant Warden.” “Hello Peter” says the warden who I think has a German accent.
They look at me, undecided, move away slowly and as I go past on the other side they move back. Cheesed off as I contemplate having to walk right round Muir, but think – blow it. Continue, hitching now and then when something passes. “Go out to the wee shed and get yourself a bottle of beer”.
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