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Wallingwells - A Walk Into Hell (Chapter 3)
THIS HELLISH wailing and screeching followed me for the next couple of hours wherever I trudged...
Along forest tracks covered in litter, along boggy fields and swamps never made for foot traffic (but that's where the footpath signs sent me anyway)... the howling never stopped, cannoning off the treetops like grapeshot.
But then a new hazard loomed up. The footpath sign pointed across a field... at least, it used to be a field until somebody staged what looked like an Allis-Chalmers Earth Scrapers 'wheely' competition on it.
Massive deep ruts, full of black oily scummy water, had torn up the whole bottom half of this otherwise ordinary grassy field.
This vile mess of troughs two feet deep, flanked by banks of mud four feet high had been 'created' right over the area where the path went.
Anyone would think some misery guts had done this deliberately to annoy walkers like me.
Isn't this illegal? Aren't Notts County Council supposed to make these footpaths passable? You'd need a bloody moon buggy to get over that safely.
With the aid of a nearby branch for support, I carefully skirted this and tromped defiantly across the untainted part of the field, willing somebody to come out of the nearby buildings and yell at me: "Oy, this is private property, you're trespassing! Get orfff my laarnd!"
Because I swear I'd have gone after him (with the branch) and wouldn't have rested until I'd administered the cruellest punishment of all to him... make him finish the walk with me. That'd learn him!
A brief respite on a tarmac track into Wallingwells, where there seemed to be no discernible public roads linking this frankly unsettling conurbation to the outside world.
Who lives here? Where do they work? How the hell do they get to work?
Some bearded bloke faffing about with a Transit van eyed me suspiciously as I approached.
I decided to eye him suspiciously back. Neither of us spoke. Who'd be the first to crack?
To my immense satisfaction, it was him. He broke my stare and returned to his task, which appeared to be wiping the underside of his exhaust with a cat.
Eerie, scummy and silent... click here for the next instalment of Grundi's journey into Hell!
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