The only way that Nathan could see to get onto the mountain track was to slide down a steep bank. He did that. It was a lot easier than he thought. He was now on the mountain path. It seemed to be a clay track that wound in a wiggly line. Not too steep, but not very wide. In fact it was quite thin. Nathan wanted to go down the mountain, not up.
As he turned to face downhill, Nathan saw a giant, ferocious bull blocking the path several hundred yards below. At least he thought it looked ferocious. In fact it was quietly ambling up the path towards him. There was no way that Nathan would try to squeeze past. He turned to go uphill – and fairly fast!
Suddenly the path ended and there was a low bank to jump up to get to another path. Nathan thought perhaps the bull might not be able to jump that far up over the bank. By now, the bull had noticed Nathan and was starting to run towards him. Nathan tried to leap up the bank but didn’t make it. He tried again. His third attempt was equally unsuccessful. The bull was almost upon him.
And that is how Nathan ended up standing on his bedside table in the middle of the night trying to leap up his bedroom wall.
Cedric had to cross a railway line to get home after work. It wasn’t a direct thing. He would get dropped off next to the railway line after his ride home from work. Then he would walk through a small line of trees, cross over the railway track, pass through another line of trees, cross an unbusy road, and he would be home.
He did that every working day for nearly five years. The trains came through at regular times, so he didn’t need to look as he crossed over. Besides, who couldn’t hear a train coming?
And so it was; get dropped off; go through trees; cross the railway track; go through more trees; cross the road; home.
After five years, Cedric decided to move house. On his very last day in his old house, before moving, he crossed the railway line, and was tragically hit by a car while crossing the road.
It was 29th February in a Leap Year. (Not that it’s possible to have a February 29th in any year other than a Leap Year.) Jerome was feeling pretty upbeat. It felt as if he was getting a day for nothing. It was free. He’d take the day off work, unpaid; after all, there were still 365 other days in the year. His annual wages would stay the same.
He packed a picnic lunch and drove off towards the hills. He thought he’d walk the “famous” tourist track. He’d never done it. Everyone said the view was spectacular. There were no shops during the five hour walk. One had to take one’s own food and water.
Walk it he did. He took some lovely photos. He had a nice conversation with others walking the trail. His lunch was most pleasant. The track went in a circle so it ended in the same place as the parked cars.
A good thing to do on a Leap Day! Pleasant indeed!
See! (O Those of You-Who-Are-Cynical-Readers) not all events of life are tragic or full of surprises or over-the-top extraordinary.
It had been a delightful way to spend the day prior to dying in his sleep that night.