It was due. I’ve had slips, causing knife like pain and tears, I’ve had bashes and lost toenails but no actual falls until today…exactly eleven months from the day of the accident.
Walking out onto Cleeve Hill, dodging wayward golf balls and being buffeted by the bracing breeze I started to descend a moderate stony path and my right foot lost grip and I tumbled back trying to shift all weight into my right side. My shoulder didn’t thank me for that, but my left ankle and right elbow did…though they sent out some initial distress calls.
No harm done apart from some nearby ramblers who came over to check I was ok and were greeted by colourful expletives as I lay prone on the ground, unable to get to my feet, feeling like an upturned turtle.