WALKING IN CIRCLES
[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.]
Sia,—During one of the worst fogs I have ever known, I had to cross about a quarter of a mile over two fields by a little worn right-of-way path, probably about a foot wide. My direction was practically at a right angle from the main road I was leaving to the one I had to get to. I was careful to take my direction, as well as to make sure I was on the path, but, presently when I realized that I had lost my way, I was again near the road about 200 yards lower down to the right and had to scramble over a fence back to the road as best could. I then returned to the stile and this time took even more precaution with regard to my direction and to being properly on the path. I was specially determined to keep well to the left. However, involuntarily I again worked to the right, and this time found myself in -a dangerous position among some unprotected trial clay shafts which were about half-way between the path and where I found myself wrong before.- I was in such a perilous spot that I determined not to attempt to get back to the path, but made for a hedge, which I was fortunate enough to strike correctly, and, getting through it the best way I could, I followed it to another hedge, which eventually led me to my right road. I may say that am right handed.—I am, Sir, &e., E. J. L.
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