Here I am, following the flow but not any flow… the flow of hikers and sporty people; I recognize them easily at their shoes, fitness bib on the wrist, a quick pace and a bottle of water in one hand –at least- and they are all heading to the Peak. I was going to follow the tourist guide and take the climbing tram. I just could not find the starting point while there was no issue in finding the hikers flows… with them, there even seems to have no ending or starting point. Once the Peak reached, my legs kept going until the unexpected…a real path, in a country park, with birds singing, silence and isolation at times. So good to know there is alays the unexpected surprise coming our way when we follow the flow, just need to see it.
A Fish on a Hill 