Day 27

I went for a long run this morning out along the river through thickets and thickets of flies.

Predictably, I got lost. I feel like it's not even worth mentioning anymore at this point.

"How hard can it be to follow a freaking river?" you ask.

Oh, my friend. 

It can be very difficult indeed if you find yourself on the wrong bank--the bank with trees instead of trails--and start taking detours through the little villages that dot the countryside. 

And so that's how I wound up running through (you guessed it) farmers' fields. Again.

These wispy plant-crop-things were well over four feet tall.
I'm not that short.

Despite having no map on my person to speak of (I'd rather be lost for a few hours than pay roaming charges. Really), I somehow plodded my way straight through Horningsea, completely overshooting my turnaround, Baits Bite Lock, by about a mile. Now that I'm looking at the place on Google Maps, I'm seeing that I somehow made a horrendously wrong turn somewhere around mile five that took me into Horningsea proper instead of back out across the Cam.

I should probably consult Google Maps before I go running.

Yes.