by jimkelly » Sun Jun 28, 2015 6:28 pm
It's dangerous out there. The facts are as follows: About 6/7 minutes after leaving Coffee Tavern, we crossed a stile by Lockgate Farm (OS943813) whereupon our safe passage was interrupted by two Jack Russells, loud and yappy, snapping at our heels. Following correct and long-established procedures, we continued along the footpath, trying to ignore the little blighters but then one bit a chunk out of my right calf. Blood flowed, but still the wild things followed us. At last, out from the farm came the owner, I told her what her beasts had done to which she replied, 'Were you jogging?' Well, I wasn't standing for that, I'd been putting on a good turn of speed up that point, and the blood boiled (even the drops on my calf joined in). 'Listen here, my fine woman,' I sharply retorted , ' that's enough of that kind of talk. Your animals are vicious and I am considering my options.' She offered me cream but I was in no mood for that kind of trickery. Our gallant party then proceeded on our way to Lyme Park, unable to talk of little else but what had transpired.
Later, I brought my concerns to the attention of Cheshire Constabulary, careful notes were taken, and Mr Tucker's photos of the wound were viewed with a mixture of anxiety and nausea by the young public custodians of our safety. Before leaving, I was assured that their best lads would be swiftly deployed in order to bring the matter to a speedy and satisfactory conclusion.
So there it is. Just be careful round those fields of Adlington/Pott Shrigley. You might be identified as a jogger.
jim kelly