I walked the dog on a beautiful spring morning today. Went to Chapman's Pond and saw this great crested grebe on the water.
Carried on walking, only for Layla somehow managing to carry a large stick (or small log) and trip me up with it and the lead and our legs. I twisted my foot really badly, nearly blacked out, sat on a wall, waved help away, then called neighbour Andy who collected me and Layla and took me home. We do have great neighbours. Then I spent the whole afternoon in A&E at York Hospital. After x-rays on my foot it looks like it is not broken but it will take a couple of weeks for the swelling to subside and to be back to normal.
Glad to be back home, grateful it is not worse. No more words necessary.
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