This morning after mueseli, a cooked breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage, sauted mushrooms, toast and tea,a full tank,I was ready to commence my Cotswold walk experience. The first bus to Chippen Campden is at nine forty. It’s seven kilometres.I could relax for an hour, and the bus might not turn up. I ring a taxi,there are three taxi companies in Blockley. Every company owns one taxi. Two don’t answer, and the third one has bookings, so forget that idea. I start walking, and hitch hike. No one trusts an aussie walking in a singlet. Can’t work that out. I just want to get to the starting point. Half hour in, and the rain starts, that’s ok, not heavy, walking conditions perfect. Cool weather,no traffic, country roads and natural paths,beautiful scenery, beautiful villages. The rain stopped, saw maybe half a dozen other walkers. Also saw local walkers. Found the start line,and off I went. I bought a guide book at the information centre  to add to my growing list of guide books, to look through whilst having a beer at the end of the day. According to my trusty guide book, Broadway is the end of the first stage. But I want to walk on.I went to the information centre to make sure I could get a bus back to Blockley. No worries. If I walk to Toddington,there’s a steam train back to Broadway, and bus to Bockley. I’m excited to walk the extra ten kilometres through the countryside just to ride on the steam train. I’m pushed for time, so let’s go. When I’m close, I’ve taken a wrong turn. Bad luck. I get to the top of a hill, and a road worker informs me of my mistake. Unfortunately, by the time I turn back, the train will have gone without me. As I start to trudge back down, wondering how I will get back to Bockley, Josh says, jump in,I’ll take you. We get to the train station with ten minutes to spare, and not a soul. The railway yards locked. Then I see a sign,Steam train to Broadway, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. Trouble is, today is Monday. The nob in the information centre failed to tell me that. Josh now seeing my dilemma, says he’ll take me back to Broadway to catch a bus to Bockley. Then rain starts falling, and he changes his mind and takes me back to Bockley. What a man. Whenever there is bad luck,somehow good luck follows. Had I not made a wrong turn, not sure what would have happened. A million thanks to my new friend Josh.I wanted to buy him a beer, but he declined and drove away.