Alternating Stings

[squirmelia]

This lunchtime, I decided to try the Experimental Travel technique, known as Alternating Travel, from my work place. I turned right, I turned left, I ate some blackberries, I saw a silver spoon lying abandoned in the meadow, and also a man with a microphone. Was he recording the sound of crickets or the sound of lawnmowers, or something else entirely? I continued onwards, and ended up on a path I have walked down a few times before. This time proved more dangerous. Not only did my legs get very stung by nettles, but also my nose. Ouch. Perhaps I should eat my lunch at my desk in future, like everyone else.