Al the optimist
Veteran Member
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!
