Spot of Bother.

First, spot the Golden Retriever in the blip of the River Ayr this evening. Beautiful, cool evening, as I walked along the high path of the banks of the river, with the two dogs in tow. That led me into an unfortunate bit of…..

Bother! 

It all started when I passed a younger couple with their dog. After we passed, this woman came shouting after me. Your dog has our ball! Sure enough, there is Hamish with a red ball in his mouth, heading for the low path, and into the river.

Well, reader, I called and called for him to come back, but when Hamish has a ball in his mouth he develops cloth ears and he’s coming nowhere near me! It’s his ball, and he will not surrender it to anyone. This woman is still wanting her ball!

There is nothing else for it. I had to go and get it. I thought I could maybe manage the steep slope from the high path to the low path, but half way down I slipped and ended up on low path, head and face and left arm first.

As I lay there in quite a bit of pain, a little voice shouts down, Are you ok? Well I’m obviously not so I answered in the negative. Various parts of my left side were painful, including my eye, my hands, and my arm. The dogs were both on top of me thinking this was a game! I managed to part Hamish with the ball and shoved it somehow into my pocket. I managed, eventually, to get up but the woman was nowhere to be seen. 

I managed to clamber back on to the high path and waked back, catching up with the couple and their dog. The ball was returned with some rude words from me, but I was really in a state of shock.

What sort of people leave a pensioner lying in the dirt and walk away?

Anyway, I’m home now, although I suspect I may have cracked a bone in my arm, and my eye is cut.

The result of my evening….. a poor two miles on to my total, making my total 26 miles… but I’m getting there…. A bit battered tonight, but I’m slowly getting there!