The old crone, shouting and gesticulating wildly at me from across the river:
”put your dogs on leads!”
”don’t go that way, go the other way!”
”it’s a bird sanctuary!”
”What’s it to you?” I was made brave by her being safely across the river but it still came out as a croak. And I muttered “you old bat” under my breath anyway. Of course I did everything she asked because I’m a coward, but it rankles especially as I’m always very careful with my dogs around birds.
I took them then through the sand dunes – probably doing even more environmental damage – and the dogs ended up covered in biddy bids, and other assorted sticky and spiky grass seeds.
People without pets would never know the joys of being publicly harangued like this.