Trust your Dowsers!

Due to unfortunate circumstances (Jackie says due to my drunkenness - I deny this vehemently) Sian has had a fall and sustained a badly broken arm and so we have had to curtail our field trips and updating the blog. The latter being due to Jackie being hopeless and too lazy to do the typing.

On our last field trip before Sian's accident, whilst we were out following ley lines in deepest countryside, she lost her dowsing rods and bobber amongst high grasses and hedgerows. (No! I wasn't drunk or staggering - this is a vicious calumny). Jackie thought this a wonderful opportunity to dowse for the dowsers! I immediately found my bobber and very close by was one of the dowsing rods. But there was no sign of the other one.

After re-tracing our steps, Jackie asked her rods, and I asked my bobber, to show us where it might be. They all pointed in the same direction and when we asked the question "Where is the rod" they kept saying, over and over, it was ahead. But our logical minds kept thinking it was behind us. We followed our logical minds and kept walking back and forth to no avail. We were getting more and more convinced we were not going to find the missing rod. So we started making our way home.

Whilst we were walking back to the starting point of our walk we were asking our dowsers where the missing rod was and they kept saying - it was ahead of us. We didn't believe them. But they were insistent that the rod was ahead of us. We came to a turn in the path and Jackie decided to follow her rods away from the path and kept following her dowsers into some long grass. I became despondent and kept to the main path. We had became separated, when I heard a triumphant shout. "Here it is!!!!" And it was. My lost rod. Wow!!!!

If we had trusted the dowsers and not our logic we would have been in the pub much sooner.