Day 15
April 11

We buried the horse, had our breakfast, and went on our way. The Franklin, the Knight, the Squire, and the Miller, after much discussion, confirmed that we all should take a detour through the forest instead of along the meadow which we had originally chose as our path. This would set us back two days, the knight said, but the forest floor is not as flooded as the meadow. Not wanting to risk more injuries, the rest of us agreed to take the forest route. After a few hours, it was apparent to the Yeoman that we were lost. I am getting frustrated. This is what happens when men do not ask for directions.