This piece comes with a warning! You might say it is a reflective tale, its focus (or lack of it) on where your brain might choose to wander when out for what you thought was a very ordinary stroll in the countryside. It has taken me 3 years of head scratching trying to figure out how to introduce this brief half day excursion in the way I wanted to portray it. Almost 9 weeks of “groundhog day” lockdown has proved to be the clincher…my brain has melted to the point where all has become become clear…although, in this case, “clear” might not be the appropriate term.

"A perfectly ordinary looking fence with a perfectly ordinary little ditch running below."

A perfectly ordinary looking fence with a perfectly ordinary little ditch running below.  It may only be ordinary to you but to The Fatdog this represents the Gateway to the Kingdom of Hell.  But, when there is no other way, the tough, the damned…and The Fatdog know there is no alternative but to…

Now you are questioning your own logic.  No – it’s not possible – Fatdogs can’t, won’t, shouldn’t even consider…

“Prove it!” you demand.

I may, but then again…it depends if you’re prepared to read on.