My first thought was – blimey you're lost – but she assured me she wasn't. Apparently she was following a book which planned the route as scenically as possible. She was taking 12 weeks in total and was nearing the end of her fifth. I asked how she'd found the people along the way. She said they'd been really friendly. Last night she had arrived at the Ironbridge Youth Hostel only to find it fully booked and a passing woman had simply offered her a bed for the night.
We parted company at Evelith Mill and she strode off in what seemed to me entirely the wrong direction but which of course wasn't. You'd think meeting an End to Ender for the first time ever would have put a spring in my step but on my weary way I plodded, feeling mighty fat and old. Chapeau.