Me and my mole.

It was muddy as I walked through the dark shade of the tree lined track. I knew that the soles of my boots were very worn (actually smooth in parts, especially the heels). So I should have been more careful, but I wasn't. Suddenly my feet went from under me and I landed heavily, half on my back. Actually I had met an old farmer less than 15 minutes before, who when he realised I was walking alone had asked what would happen if I fell. I had glibly answered by looking up and pointing to the sky and saying that was up to him not me, so I guess I had tempted fate. Still as I was struggling to roll onto one side to get up I cam face to face with a dead mole. I had cut my knee, but not seriously. as I walked away all I could think about was the poor dead mole and felt so sad for him and grateful that I had not fell on him and squashed him as if that made any difference to him! As I had been bitten by a dog the day before I was now starting to wonder what fate had in store next!

It was 15 minutes later Bill. I'm going back to ask him for some eurolottery numbers! Yes it was becoming somewhat eventful at that stage so I postpomed the rest of the walk for another day. That is the advantage of living in nearby England. Those of you who live much further afield have my sympathy.