Walking for dummies

On Monday Monkey, Walter, the Chin & myself set of to walk the Long Mynd for a couple of hours. After about three yards we left Walt to play with his tripod and worry sheep. Up on the hills it was bloody freezing. And soon we realized we should have bought a map.
We could see the attractive valley we thought we should be in. Unfortunately it was no where near the desolate wilderness where we found ourselves. Still, there was this 'path'. I use the term lightly. It had been walked by a sheep. Once. A long time ago. Fools that we are, down we went. And amazingly, we made it into the valley. Only it was not the leisurely walk we anticipated. The path kept vanishing into the river. On we battled. And lo. It was the wrong valley. And we had a five mile hike up the road to the car. So we were somewhat later than planned getting to the crown. But we still managed to achieve a fair degree of drunk. A grand day out.