Twice today I ended up at eye level with the chalk and flint surface of The South Downs Way.
The first fall was when I skidded on the chalk, extremely slippery after rain. I had watched my step on the slopes, used my walking poles. But on a flat bit, with barely any incline, my legs skidded from under me.
The second was when, striding along at top speed, the loop of my bootlace hooked onto the metal eye of the OTHER boot. I actually felt it happen, but there was nothing I could do. I went flying and was just so relieved not to break my glasses.
Both times, I was saved from bad cuts by the fact I was wearing fetching elasticated knee supports.
Had tiredness made me clumsy?
When we arrived at the (very hospitable) Black Horse in Amberley yesterday, we got chatting to another South Downs Way walker. He and his wife had not been on the path that day. They had dallied in the picturesque village of Amberley and taken a rest day.
Now that is an interesting idea for future trips.
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