A 'discussion' with a walker on one of the bridleways through Winterfold at the weekend.
Me: 'Good morning!'
Him; ' This isn't a bridleway you know. The bridleway goes up there '
(technical interjection, it is a bridleway, as is the one he was pointing out. There are two bridleways)
me: actually it is. so's that.
him; are you sure?
Me: yes. There's a finger post about 50 yards back there if you want to check
Him: I get idiots like you riding at me on footpaths all the time
(Technical interjection, i should have ridden on at this point but couldn't help it)
Me: What is the problem with folks like you. Can't you bear to let anyone else have any enjoyment?
Him: I don't mind you enjoying yourself, as long as it's in the right place
Me: What, like on this bridleway?
(technical interjection - I made a sweeping indication of the lovely rocky bridleway I was enjoying)
Him: JUST F*CK OFF!!
That was the bit where I was lost for words.