It was one of those moments walking home from the pub where I saw a field and thought, hang on…never noticed that before…i know I’ll walk across it…maybe it’s a shortcut! It would have been too except that i quickly became knee-deep in glor ..cow poo and mud…and then as i neared the road a car came along and stopped…and for reasons which were quite logical at the time, but not so apparent now…a hid behind the hedgerow! As i waited for the people (pesky bad guys, or stormtroopers depending on which film genre was rattling through ma heid) – as a waited for them to go away, a fox sauntered past me and didn’t notice me such was ma stealth mode cover. And then the guard dog, sniffed about 10 feet from me…a held ma breath…but then he trotted off too…a say guard dog…he’s a kinda local sheep dog, I see him often carrying his master’s paper back from the shop, and if he had spotted me, he’d have licked me to death – he’s soft as sh…and stupid as mud…but for those few moments i was Stevie McQueen in Nazi occupied Europe!!! Especially when i got caught in the barbed wire fence coming out the other side…at one point a had to, HAD TO PEOPLE, take ma top off to extricate masel’ from it’s grasp! A wish I’d noticed the half open unbarbed gate yards away!! As for pesky bad guys….just people coming home from the pub probably….when i got in my good boots were mockit and my better half did comment on the aroma…and the strange puncture marks on ma hoodie…boots are now drying outside….so that is ma tale….on the plus side, i did finally solve the riddle of the river and the railway track, but that ma friends, is a story that can wait for another day….

georgie