Rather appropriately, I ventured out onto Hound Tor on Dartmoor late last week for a bit of a jaunt with me dog after visiting a client. It was great; loads to keep Izzie busy, and some great terrain...then it happened. I was [rather foolishly for someone of my advanced years] clambering over the Tor in my Brooks Cascadias ~ an item not best suited for such activities ~ when I slipped, and I found out the hard way that in an argument 'twix near-bare ankles and granite, granite wins. My ankle clobbered the granite in quite a modest way, but the result was instantaneous. How was I supposed to get off the Tor and back to the car?
Needless to say, as I am writing this from the comfort of my cottage, I did manage it, but I shall not be out running again for a wee while.
Swollen, sore and decidedly uncomfortable.