Bryony and I walk most mornings as part of a get fitter
regime. The idea is to walk fairly briskly for about 2½ miles along roads or
made up footpaths. (In fact measuring the distance on the local OS map suggests a distance of just over 3 miles, Given that it takes us around 50 minutes that makes our walking speed a bit more respectable. - SWA 28/5/2016) So there is no excuse to slow up for streams with log
bridges or barbed wire fences. On the other hand, stopping to get out of the
way of passing vehicles is permitted. This morning, though, Bryony was on duty
with the grandchildren in Forest Hill.
Our route takes us along a narrow country lane up a mild
incline with high banks on each side. There were the usual interruptions to
allow cars to pass. Towards the top I spotted a cyclist walking a dog. Bryony
and I had seen this pair on previous occasions. Usually, the woman, fully
togged out with helmet, high visibility jacket etc., is cycling very slowly
with the dog trotting alongside on a lead. The dog is a miniature or toy of
some description; probably a probably a Yorkshire Terrier or something similar.
This morning, to my astonishment, both cyclist and dog were
walking. Why? They were heading downhill. If safety was an issue, because of
the narrow lane, the dog could easily have been placed in her front basket. The
whole incongruity of it tickled my fancy.
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