I wasn't sure if I could find the path. I had seen the sign,
Corney Reach, five miles, about 30 minutes ago; but it didn't feel like
it was within reach.
Why was it that even in my
panic, I found myself singing: "the only man who could ever reach me,
was the son of a preacher man"? It must have been to do with the sign
for Corney Reach.
I saw a pub sign in the
distance with its sign swinging to and fro in the wind. That must be The
Little Drummer pub, I thought, but with the wind blowing, it seemed
quite a way to go to The Little Drummer.
I felt
angry with myself for taking things at face value. When I met the
bearded man in the bar, I knew that he took the car for a trial run, but
I never thought he would steal it. That was my only possession and now
I was stranded out in the wild, windy countryside, trying to find the
path.
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