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There is a lot to say about situational awareness. I don’t know how light Richmond Park is at this time of year but would imagine that the sun comes up around 7am. There will be a lot of folk keen to get out while it’s quieter but that brings other risks with it.
I’m not a fighter, 5’ 10” and weight as much as a wet bath towel, and can’t run fast with cleated shoes so would probably go elsewhere for a ride.
I recall one instance from growing up when I was walking near my home. I was in my mid teens at the time. I was walking along a path behind a row of council garages when about a dozen people, of similar age, appeared on top of the garages and up the grass bank to my right.
One of them dropped down in front of me, another behind me. I noted the one behind kept a good distance but the one of front was a bit cockier. He approached, swinging punches in my direction but broadcast them long before so they were easy to dodge.
This went on for a couple of minutes, well it seemed like that at the time, till I was getting bored with it. He tried once again to try and punch me, in a particularly circuitous way, so I sent one of my own right down the middle. I caught him just below his left eye and the edge of his nose and he went down like a sack of potatoes.
Taking the opportunity of a clear path in front I legged it and got home without further issues.
I learned later that he’d been out cold for a while and my punch has fractured his eye socket and collapsed the nose cartilage into his face blocking his airway. He’d gone into respiratory arrest when the ambulance arrived and he ended up in hospital for two weeks.
That gained me a bit of a reputation that meant that the remainder of my time living there was trouble free.
I’m not a fighter, 5’ 10” and weight as much as a wet bath towel, and can’t run fast with cleated shoes so would probably go elsewhere for a ride.
I recall one instance from growing up when I was walking near my home. I was in my mid teens at the time. I was walking along a path behind a row of council garages when about a dozen people, of similar age, appeared on top of the garages and up the grass bank to my right.
One of them dropped down in front of me, another behind me. I noted the one behind kept a good distance but the one of front was a bit cockier. He approached, swinging punches in my direction but broadcast them long before so they were easy to dodge.
This went on for a couple of minutes, well it seemed like that at the time, till I was getting bored with it. He tried once again to try and punch me, in a particularly circuitous way, so I sent one of my own right down the middle. I caught him just below his left eye and the edge of his nose and he went down like a sack of potatoes.
Taking the opportunity of a clear path in front I legged it and got home without further issues.
I learned later that he’d been out cold for a while and my punch has fractured his eye socket and collapsed the nose cartilage into his face blocking his airway. He’d gone into respiratory arrest when the ambulance arrived and he ended up in hospital for two weeks.
That gained me a bit of a reputation that meant that the remainder of my time living there was trouble free.
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