As I said it's usually quiet on tip but on the way back we were approached by a dog-less man. (I always view those with suspicion.) This one was perfectly respectable and we exchanged 'afternoon' smiles. He had just passed me when - well, I can only put this down to my sensors being on full alert after the George incident earlier - I suddenly had an image of him stopping behind me and grabbing me around the throat.
I would, I decided in those few seconds, punch him in the stomach with my elbow, bring my foot up backwards into his groin and hit him in the face with the metal hook end of George's lead. By the time I'd walked a bit further I was Mohammed Ali in all but reality. 'Bring it on, if you think you're 'ard enough!'
In reality I would probably just have wet myself.
Which might have proved to be a greater deterrent. 'Urgh! You've peed on my shoe! Argh!'
In fact I think this will be my go-to emergency action: in case of attack cede control of bodily functions. I could do that.
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I have read the posts on walls. .maybe you shouldn't go to such remote Quiet places .. your imagination is quote astute. . I would be scared
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