A quick lash across the cheek with a red willow, wet, barely thawed. A mighty sting. That’s what it was like walking behind you. No need to fetch a switch when they lined the trail, caught up on hips and shoulders, or pulled back to make going easy and finally letting loose, in whip and spray. And you turning, ‘What’s wrong?’
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing was wrong.
Damn I miss those walks.
Palliser Pass 
Jim R
ouch
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mountaincoward
I got smacked right in the eye the other day by a beech sapling twig – hard! I was trying to read a notice they’d put right behind it! 😦
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underswansea
Never a good feeling!
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mountaincoward
I resolved to come back with some secateurs in revenge!
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Julie@frogpondfarm
Great shots Bob … I’m always getting flicked in the face gardening
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