Follow-up

FURTHER to toggles, ties and mishaps (Peterborough), two years ago I was rambling with friends in the countryside.

We were going along at a steady pace, with me as leader being ahead by about ten yards, on a 8ft-wide dirt track without obstacles.

Suddenly, I hit the ground in one fell swoop like a tree being felled. Landing face-first, I was covered in blood, with a burst nose and a tooth knocked out.

My horrified friends turned me over, but I couldn’t speak; I could only point at my hiking boots. The loop of my right boot lace had flicked over to a spare tiny hook on the left boot and tightly lodged itself.

The checking of laces, boots and loops is now part of our drill before we go on a walk. Maureen Brandon Bold, Skelmersdale, Lancs.