Coming out is not so easy…
Posted by Barry Cram on July 26, 2019, 5:15 pm
Hello folks, |
My wife and I have just come back from a few days in Norfolk.
While there, we visited a stately home with beautiful sprawling grounds; it was so large that we needed to buy a map to find our way around! Near the end of the walk we came to a maze. We often take the grandchildren for days out, and had been to a few mazes – Mazeworld in Atherstone, being one of them. These were just ‘for fun’ where even the children could easily find their way to the end; but, this maze in Norfolk was something else…
With fun on our minds, we entered the thick, very tall maze, and within minutes realised how uncomfortably hot it was in there. After a few more minutes, my wife told me that she couldn’t stand the relentless, pounding heat and needed to get out – it was the kind of confined heat that you’d need to experience to understand. We headed back the way we had come – or at least we thought we had - but became ever more lost. After minutes of searching we couldn’t find the exit… every corner we turned down seemed to be a dead-end – how could this be? This wasn’t fun anymore. An older couple in some distress, slouched slowly towards us in the blazing heat dazed and confused; they told us that they were lost and asked if we knew the way out… we were just as lost as they were, but we gave them hope by telling them that it was back this way. They needed out quickly. Being the less affected by the heat I then took it on myself to rush ahead, along the next path and rush back again to tell them that it was a dead-end, to save them from having to do it themselves; then they would slowly follow me to the next path and I’d do the same again.
Eventually, after only minutes of testing these dead-end paths – though it seemed longer in the glaring sun – I found the exit… we were free! The couple headed off to the cool of the tall trees, and my wife and I, relieved that we were out, carried on with our walk.
My wife said to me, ‘what would you have done if we couldn’t find our way out?’
I knew that the map and other literature that we had didn’t show a telephone number, because I had looked, so I told her that when Alexander the Great was challenged with the Gordian Knot, he just sliced through it, and if it had come to it - if the situation had become an emergency - I would have exited the maze in the same way (straight through the sides) and taken all responsibility for the damage.
My wife told me that we should have started at the exit and had done with it; I said, ‘You know, I like your idea better!’