A really nice ride today, marred by a strange incident with a dog walker. I'm riding uphill on 10ft wide bridleway. He's walking towards me, clocks me from about 200 metres away and moves to the left of track. I move to the far right of it to give him plenty of room. Just as I'm passing him he lurches across the track towards me, such that I have to swerve into the hedge to avoid a collision. Then he calls me a wanker and tells me i should slow down. It's a steep hill, i'd be suprised if i was going more than 5mph. It was really bizarre. He was probably in his 70s, clearly wanted a confrontation. Fool.






