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(yes we are wearing matching tops in the photos - it was unintentional) Last weekend, Beth and I decided that we were going to run up Kingley Vale. At 8:45 Beth ran to mine, it was freezing but it was very sunny and pretty; perfect to run on the South Downs. We set off up Adsdean, it was quite hilly but very autumnal with the golden leaves. As we were climbing quite a steep hill and group of mountain bikers came whizzing down the hill quite fast and nearly ran us over which was quite scary. We continued up the hill and got a few snaps of each other and the views, we then successfully reached the top of Kingley Vale but that is where it all went downhill, literally. We decided that... instead of going back the way we came we would run to Stoughton, however this never happened…
We set off through a field of sheep and cows to meet a path, or should I say a mud skating rink. We slid and slide down the hill but as we got further down, neither of us recognized where we were, we didn’t see the point in turning round because we had already gone so far. We continued running down the hill (which in hindsight was the worst decision). We were in the middle of nowhere. We then felt a sigh of relief when we met a group of people standing outside their car, we were unsure how they actually got there in a car but this gave us hope that there was a road nearby so… we continued. We eventually found the road but there was nothing around apart from a pub, we spoke to a group of mountain bikers, told them we were lost and where we wanted to be and it turned out that we were the opposite side of the hill from where we wanted to be. There was no phone signal so we were basically stranded (that’s how we felt). Beth went into the pub to try and call our families but no one picked up. Beth’s mum was expecting us at 10:20 at Stoughton car park to take us back home, it was then 10:45 and we had no idea where we were. We started to go back the way we came to go home but that would have been another 8-10 miles so we would’ve end up running a very long way, practically a marathon… well…ish. As we started to leave I thought I might as well try my home phone just in case my family were back… WE HAD LUCK!! I managed to get through to my mum, told her we at the pub and she said she could come and collect us. However Beth’s mum had no idea where we were and we couldn’t call her due to no signal where she was and where we were. Beth and I waited at the pub but it was freezing so we just kept jogging round and round to stay warm- we probably looked quite weird but hey. When my mum came we hopped in the car, only for her to tell us that we were about 7miles or so away from where we were meant to go… Who knows where we went but we definitely went wrong somewhere along the way. We dropped Beth home but her mum was still not back… wefelt really bad for sending her out to collect us and we never came. She soon came home and we were all alive and well but beth and I learnt quite a few lessons from this ‘experience’.
Imogen xx
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