Your state of mind can have a powerful effect on everything you do. What can be a delight one second can turn into a drudge the next. It’s like receiving some really bad or sad news. It darkens and dampens the moment. Weighs heavy and brings you down. Clings on like a limpet until you find the means to shake it off.
Today we leave one lake in search of another. (search being the operative word here). Lake Bled our destination. The 162K journey I select is the slightly longer, but more scenic route. And it certainly is. Every direction filled with the familiar sight of ruffled hills. Like a turmoil of giant green Toblerones that have had their pointy bits smoothed over with a Surform.
At Kranj we make a wrong turn. We don’t realise we have until 27K later, when we reach a “multi” junction. Missy has gone AWOL. In fact, the tablet she resides in has run out of juice and powered off. No wonder she’d said nothing. The tiny roads we’re traveling discourage us to select one on offer for fear of making matters worse. (I must be losing my sense of adventure [or is it nerve?]) The obvious choice seems to be a single lane one in three. We backtrack to Kranj. We are not happy bunnies. Especially as we have to pass though the centre of several villages where the width of the road is no more than a foot wider than Beastie. Blind corners thrown in as a matter of course. On two occasions we attempt negotiations at exactly the same time as an oncoming lorry. Sadly I was too busy to take photos and Mary-Ann too busy praying.
Needless to say, the scenery as we backtrack takes on a different ambiance. We’re not interested in it anymore. Ignore it like the plague. Avert our eyes. It’s ageless beauty has shrivelled. Time being the only elixir of life now.
Once back at Kranj our mood lifts – helped by this crafty cone lifting invention.
It’s almost five by the time we reach our planned site. It’s full! The last spot taken by Mr Patel. He’d phoned them just twenty minute earlier. Another lesson learned?