Catching a first train unlocked an extra bus, placing us at the ridge before crowds. The earlier arrival bought coffee, a slower ascent, and room to photograph skylarks. When fog stalled our pace, that initial margin transformed potential stress into an easy, contemplative descent that still met our chosen return window comfortably.
We reached a stop seconds late, watched taillights fade, and laughed. A parallel footpath traced a riverbank toward the next village, adding reeds, herons, and a picnic bench under willows. The later connection fit perfectly. Missing that bus replaced hurry with serendipity, gifting a story we cherish more than perfect punctuality.
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