Recently RGH said he thought we should try the end to end, and as I'm an open minded kind of girl who'll try
anything most things once, I was up for it. But when I realised that he meant cycling from end to end - as in from Lands End to John O'Groats - on a bicycle, my enthusiasm waned somewhat a lot.
His enthusiasm for cycling, however, is ever growing. Since he turned 40 in March it's kind of become his obsession* (well, we all have them, don't we?) and he's not happy if he doesn't squeeze in 100+ miles a week - mainly through cycle commuting ......
Even when it's raining ......
Oh, by the way, if you only read this blog for the monkees, you may want to check back another day, because this post is about RGH, my Rather
Still here? Then I'll begin. It was a day like any other ...... RGH wanted to go for a bike ride, I didn't ...... so I didn't. But he did.
And while he was out he saw a cat, further up the road with a baby bunny in its mouth. The bunny wasn't dead, it was struggling to get out of the kitty's mouth and RGH, being the big softie that he is, didn't like to see the bunny suffering and without really thinking suddenly took it into his head to SAVE THE BUNNY!
(we like bunnies)
So he cycled madly up to the cat and SHOUTED, in the hope that it would startle said pussy and the aforementioned bunny would be released.
And his plan worked well. The cat froze to the spot, opened it's mouth and dropped the bunny. Now, I don't think rabbits have huge brains, so it obviously didn't think "Hurrah! That kind chap has just saved me from this evil cat that was going to eat me", it probably thought something more like this ......
"Arrrrrggghhhh!! There's something even bigger than that cat!!"
So understandably the rabbit was keen to get away, possibly back to it's mum, or maybe to continue frolicking happily with its brothers and sisters in the hedgerow. So it ran off, quickly.
Right off the side of the motorway bridge that these events had unfolded on.
RGH took a tentative peek over the side of the bridge, only to see the poor little bunny lying in the middle lane of the busy motorway, looking up at him, back leg twitching. But he had to look away when he saw the HGV steaming down the road.
A terrible, horrible tale in itself, but I couldn't help wondering. What if the cat hadn't been planning to eat the bunny? What if they were mates? What if the kitty was just giving its friend a lift across the road?? It just doesn't bear thinking about.
And the moral of this story? And quite an appropriate one for these mad times we live in ...... don't get involved. Or if you must, make sure you're not standing on a motorway bridge at the time.
For those of you holding out for a monkey shot, here's one for you (apologies if you've seen it before) ......