We ambled along in twos or threes deep in conversation stopping occasionally to listen to the birds, to admire the view or laugh at Izzy digging or enjoying a bath in the overflowing ditches beside the track. We were quite oblivious to the fact that we had taken a wrong turn until our guide abruptly ordered an about turn. By the time we reached a main road, it was really raining. Someone came up with the answer - a mobile phone would pinpoint our whereabouts. Thank goodness for modern technology. And so we discovered we were in Washington. Washington? Yes, Washington DC, right by the Capitol Building.
There was nothing for it but to flag down a passing car. The astonished driver apologised as her Ka wasn’t large enough to hold 10 very wet people and a soaked dog but she set us in the right direction to Louerre. Fortunately the road was all downhill from there onwards and we were soon back at our starting point by the church albeit somewhat later than predicted and a good deal more bedraggled and muddy than we were when we set off. The proposed picnic having been abandoned, after a glass of fizz to quench the thirst, we dispersed and went our separate ways vowing to return to further investigate the area in better weather. I think we even agreed to repeat the folly in May next year!