The one where I wouldn’t get my phone out.
Good weather out there this morning early. Cold, still and dry.
On the home stretch when the dog started lurching and turning round. A man had followed us up the road. The dog, who usually lives by the sentiment that discretion is the better part of valour, was barking madly.
The guy stopped and I realised I was was holding out my arm to keep him away. He stopped and seemed sorry to have scared us. He asked if I had my phone. I said, “No.”
“I just need you to phone my number.”
I felt sorry but refused and carried on. Cars started to drive past then and I felt a bit safer.
It’s a shame I felt I couldn’t help; that asking a lone female for her help on an early street is disturbing.
Anyway. The run was great. I enjoyed just getting on slowly. I’ve even had to add to my route 😊