Walking Into Trouble
An early morning walker may get more than she bargained for, or just what she needs.
The mist is slowly clearing as you walk. It is 5.30 in the morning, no other soul around, as always, the world peaceful and still. Occasionally, another early dog walker or runner will appear, you prefer it when they don’t, but this week there have been few more than normal. You stick to the same weekly routine, three days with the dogs and two without, alone. You take the same route, down the dark lanes, five miles rain...