I'm not quite sure how to explain today's somewhat incident prone ride but anyway here goes......
After 5 hours of continuous rain, at 2pm it finally stopped. So suitably attired I set off to do a quick 50 mile circuit of the New Forest.
The first 15 or so miles were pretty uneventful other than the fact I'd forgotten to check the wind direction & headed into a brisk north-westerly. Then came incident number 1. This I will detail with the pictures below.
I continue for a further 10 miles or so when on a rather fast downhill section a forest pony decides to cross in front of me
, not unusual but not particularly welcome on wet leafy roads. Stopping a few meters short & cursing that I'd lost momentum I resume my journey & get back up to speed when behind me I hear a jingling noise & the patter of tiny feet!! Now its October so I rule out Santas reindeer & look behind to see a huge Great Dane sort of dog bounding down the road towards me
, he catches up & starts to take an interest in my leg so once again I brake to a halt & with that he loses interest & runs back off. (I still cant see an owner)
Well that's 3 things so surely there cant be more? Wrong! On my next descent I spot a lady cyclist coming round the bend towards me. Nothing to worry about I think, its a single track road but there's plenty of passing space. That was until she looks sideways & then I see she has a dog with her & he's on my side of the road
. Anchors on again & I pass slowly with a wry smile & decide to call it a day & head for home to order some new brake blocks!!
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Incident 1: I've just come over the brow of a hill & see what looks like a dead donkey lying in the road. Well if he wasn't dead he soon would be, so I pull over to stop any traffic coming off the hill hitting him & with that cars comes from each direction & both stop to see what's up.
I explain that he could be injured (or dead) & all the passengers get out to assist. We're then joined by a mountain biker who's also a doctor so he checks his pulse & says it feels healthy & the donkey starts to move a little. There are now 10 of us there not knowing what to do so a chap decides to walk to a local house & ask if they know a number we could call for help. He comes back with the local who says that they are always playing at being dead & with that Dessie (the donkey), as he's now been named by one of the children from the cars, gets up, goes to his mum & starts suckling as if nothings happened.
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Alls well that ends well !!
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