Walking in the wood – Part 1

Before I married my caucasian husband (I don’t mean I have other non-caucasian husbands), I never knew anything about walking. In my previous life living in a hot and humid country, walking was a mere necessity — walking to school, market, to shops. Only poor people walked. People with a bit of money would travel by car. Walkng itself didn’t carry a status of pride or defeat. It was just a fact of life. I never walked for pleasure. There wasn’t even a culture of eulogising walking. When the sun was out, we hid. When we had to walk under the sun, we did the most sensible thing — walking and hiding in the safe haven of an umbrella. However, after living in England for a while, I was surprised to know of a professional group of people called ramblers. I needed to look this word up in a dictionary. I used to ask, what do ramblers do? My husband would reply, “They walk.”

Walking in the wood - image by steric via Flickr

Walking in the wood – image by steric via Flickr

Walkers’ joy and glory

I was even more astonished to find shelves of books for ‘rambling’ in bookshops. How much could one write about ‘walking’? I always wonder. But here in the UK, some people don’t walk for necessity. They walk for pleasure, and some walk for glory. They would regale me with their fine details in walking. “I easily walked 5 miles the other day, first cutting through wood A and wood B, entering village C, discovering an old railway line, walking along canal D, passing through churchyard F, finding a well-hidden wood G, appreciating the water meadows H, getting a bit lost somehow, but I had such an amazing navigation skill that I took a detour, following my six sense, cutting through village I, where I came across some very nice houses JKLMN…..how could people be so rich, so filthy? Can you imagine that? How could people live in mansions? Look at their massive gardens, swimming pools ……

For some people, being able to walk miles in one stretch on a regular basis is an achievement. It proves their determination and good health. It shows off their navigation skill. It also proves that they may have a bit more time to enjoy nature, the wonder of woodlands, unlike inferior people, who are more drawn to Ikea and John Lewis and are lost in the hustle and bustle of life without being able to appreciate the goodness from walking, namely nature, good health, imagination and navigation.

Image by milena mihaylova via Flickr

Image by milena mihaylova via Flickr

Dead or lost in the wood

I do go for occasional walks, but I enjoy a less competitive type of walking. My husband knows that I’m not a master in navigation, actually I’m very scared of the wood. When I was a child, I heard stories about murders and arrests in the wood in Malaysia. A lady in our village was murdered in a rubber plantation and it actually took a medium to reveal her exact location to the police. My neighbour’s husband ‘disappeared’ in the wood one day, in the 70s, as he was suspected of supplying food to the communists. He simply vanished from the wood for at least a decade. I remembered watching his wife shriek and thump her fists on her chest and this family had about 10 children to feed.

I’m most uncomfortable in a dense wood where there are too many possibilities. I don’t enjoy choices. I’m the kind of person who stick to the same brand of shampoo, washing-up liquid, laundry powder and sanitary towel: “in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow.” I struggle in a huge shop where there’re 50 different options for the same item. Because of my inability to take the lead, my husband normally takes charge in the wood. As long as we walk out of the wood alive, safe from attacks from over-friendly, gigantic dogs, or annoying spoilt dogs that like to sniff or jump on me, or self-righteous dog-walkers who try to stop us and praise their most well-behaved dogs who would never ever hurt anyone in the world, so continuing allow their dogs to jump on me and leave some muds on my jacket, I really don’t mind being led in the wood. The world doesn’t need too many leaders.

22 thoughts on “Walking in the wood – Part 1

  1. anexactinglife

    I grew up surrounded by woods and was never afraid of them, but always knew never to wander too far because it would be so hard for other people to find you if you were lost. But, we were taught to navigate by landmarks, such as following a stream or remembering that the tallest tree was next to the road.

  2. Opalla

    Safety comes first and I do not wander into the woods just by myself. I remember walking through some “commons” when I lived in a English suburb and felt scary to feel that I was in the middle of nowhere.

  3. Janet Williams Post author

    According to the BBC Lab UK Study, there’re now apparently 7 classes in the British society. Based on your “Walking in the wood + Ikea trip on the same day” way of lifestyle, you’re possibly at rank number 4 — in the class of New Affluent Workers — socially and culturally active, with middling levels of economic capital (to afford Ikea and Ikea meatballs).


    There’re 3 classes above you, and 3 classes beneath you. Perhaps you’re just comfortable, neither superior nor inferior. I hope I have answered your question.

    1. Ruby

      I did the test last week, and apparently I am Established Middle Class. No doubt my status was improved by the fact that I know teachers 🙂

  4. thecraftypioneer

    I grew up on the outskirts of London and walked in the woods most Sundays, usually with my Dad, sometimes with my older brother, occasionally on my own. I never felt afraid and valued the feeling of being alone, surrounded by nature (especially living in a city). I guess it all depends on our early experiences.

    1. Janet Williams Post author

      As a child, I wasn’t allowed to wonder around much, as my surrounding wasn’t safe. People in this country are very fortunate to have wonderful outdoor space. I also feel that walking in a wood involves a lot of skills that need to be developed, such as navigation and a sense of awareness. My son and my husband enjoy their walk too. Hope you continue enjoy your walking.

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