Yesterday we went to the kinestherapie place again and did some more excersises...some of which were a bit painful o.o and I wish the doctor would make up his mind! Sometimes he says I'm supple, sometimes he says I'm really stiff... *grumble* Although I'd like to be supple, I am pretty stiff. *sigh*

Anyway, after that we went to the storage place (the one which got flooded a few weeks ago) and got some stuff out. Then we went to drop some money off for the person who had been managing our house while we'd been away. Dad actually managed to mislay the envelope with the money in - and let me tell you that there was a fair bit in there o.o we hunted all over the house for it (and consequently were late for our appointments) and eventually Dad said he'd just have to get some more out of the bank. Money we don't actually have. But thankfully we found the envelope - and the money - in the car :P

We spent ages looking around the village for the person's house. We went all the way down this track in the car, went over a bridge, found two nice horses... 

...met someone who'd lived there ever since he'd been born and asked him the way - he said he'd never heard of the man or the house. Ditto occured with a woman who'd lived there thirty years O.o eventually Dad called Mum (I have no idea why he didn't do that earlier; he would have saved us a lot of pain and misery) and eventually she told him to go "right at the white house on the corner".

Which was what I'd been telling him to do all along D:<

So we finally dropped off the money and went home. I'd wanted Sky to come for a bike ride with me, but now she absolutely refused, so I went off by myself.

I went down the track to a place where the stream crosses it, and found out where that led (I'd forgotten).

I wanderd around a bit, took a few photos of the stream...

...went back to the way home and then stopped - since I had another twenty minutes of my hour left - and went down a really steep (pretty much vertical) bank down to the stream. Surprising thing was that there were wildboar hoof marks going down that bank o.o I wonder how they managed...

Anyway, I wandered through the stream (wearing plastic flip-flops and having rolled my trouser legs up) until I got to the wooded bit which was actually penetrable.

Now, the problem with that bit of wood is that it is so grey! It's horribly unphotogenic, especially in the autumn-winter. It doesn't get that good in spring, even.

See? Admire its horrible greyness. *shudders* Having stared at it in a kind of horrified fascination for a while, I went home.