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I didn't get lost in the forest that day, it was my beautiful friend Angels Birthday- when night turned so quickly from day ,when the light just faded away. 
The rain pattered uncaringly on my sweating fybromyalgic hair ,no we didn't get lost that day, so it's not fair. Its just something we are not going to say. We set off at 6 in time for a jaunt , to walk and talk on the way - our tall giant friends the Ancient ones watched us go we were sheltered and safe -  
Showing their glory and mushrooms on which  grew upon them, their burls poison seeping out - So lost in talking, we didn't even see that light give up on our way out. 
When the darkness curled we couldn't see any more burls fondly, yet dangerously around we creeped. My happiness began to seep. My leg was falling asleep. The biggest trees I ever did See. 
We could be going in  a  spiral but there's no one to blame grr,
what a blinking shame - time goes on and you don't say much, as you all know that your lost, so I speak up. Shall we get back? You know the crack? Don't wanna get lost or hurt my back!  
Darkness now not my friend at all, yet amongst good souls and friends I wont fall,do we go left or right here? all we had was phone light no gear,good old modern technology no torches here. An app that gives you light that turns off when it feels like... it starts seeping you in fear....Then suddenly you hear
The road ahhhh ecstasy,follow that noise I said with glee.  
That forest I didn't get lost in I have conquered yay. Up to the road we gleefully trundled and yet again, I say, is it right or left,no signs, nearly bereft . Only cars passing so fast on the Savernake Road fast enough not to care it showed.  
I jump out and flag one down as I'm prone to doing in town, in an emergency and always the angels answer, divine interaction has been earned in another chapter. A tired chap in his White Van had just driven 600miles ,yet decided he can stop for us three weary jungle born folk with smiles, and hope , who probably looked such a joke, he diligently told us which way to head and then a few more yards not lost instead. God I needed my bed.
We were at the entrance I originally drove to the campsite in! Irony working as it does when your my kin! We weren't lost in that Forest anymore that day, yes  time warped, wet, yet bonded, in dismay. You share your soul on a journey no easy adventure this one. Wiser, lessons learned and ready to emerge. Into civilisation come on.
Oh and Happy Birthday by the Way.
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