were you The Guy with the chiselled looks, staring mysteriously out to sea, your stony face and silky lycra statuesque, exuding manly pheromones that were even causing the seagulls to blush, and the old biddies to adjust the gusset of their nylons..

the graceful majesty with which you turned to take your leave, satisfied with the quiet commotion you had caused.. hopping sideways flailing and crablike before crashing to a heap on the floor.. 😀 😆

if only I’d had me camera

The only thing funnier than someone falling over in public is a really well timed fart.

What kit was he wearing?

red and white.. possibly Specialized.. Orcombe Point about 5pm.. he was probably just about old enough to be your dad RM..

He looked a bit miffed when I pointed and laughed, but in my defence he shouldn’t have fallen off two feet from my head.. when he saw how happy he had made me he couldn’t help but smile too so all’s well that ends well.. 😀