Running Hilarity

Despite my previous post berating the state of my fitness, I did the fastest run home tonight due to a bizare twist to the running tale.

Leaving the footpath at the field by the farm and onto the lane which leads to a farm track and bridleway I was accosted by a crazy lady claiming my right of way was no longer such and the public highway was no longer such.

To cut a long story short, when she said she'd report me to the footpaths man, I said she should take my registration plate and showed her my arse.

Not the most diplomatic but incredibly satisfying.