Went out for a run with Big Dog. It was lovely. Not too warm and dry. I was feeling good. He was having a ball in the back of Callendar woods after squirrels and with the ever present frisson that there might be a deer to be found.
There’s a little path through the trees at the back of the estate, on the South side, over by Hallglen. It’s a little downhill and I tripped on something. A root I think. Took a flyer down the path and slid to a halt on my hands. No harm done, but need to be more careful on future laps.
Lap 3, 11:48:08 on 26/07/2014, I tripped a second time. Just a bit earlier on the path than the last time. Went into a stumble, off the path and down the little banking. As I went down the last thing I saw was a felled tree trunk in peripheral vision. “FUCK! “
Judging from what circumstantial evidence I have it could have been up to 30 or 40 seconds before I found myself lying in quite a comfy heap in the grass. Big dog, I think, was already sat beside me. Bless him.
