Running time 10 secs
Jumping rabbit holes and anthills I churn down a tufty hillock. Accelerating to a halt. Stoop over to do up a shoe. I'm startled upright by a tall girl who just bolts past. I twist in time to grin. She goose-steps fast young limbs like a pony, tail swishing. Penelope Pitstopping with long thighs and high knees, gamboling elbows. I'm pleased about that timely lace that prevented a race. Then resist shouting after her ‘hey you there shorten your stride!’ or 'stay away from cads and rogues!' I run off. Thinking about earnest young women who’d sooner throw themselves around an empty field on a Saturday afternoon.