My Favourite Travel Story

One day I was walking home from work (You see what I did there- travel happens every day, you just have to think differently) and I heard a bit of a commotion above me.

As I looked up, a nut was heading in my direction. I made my attempt at dodging said projectile and succeeded (No point in having wounded pride in your favourite travel story).

Anyway, on closer inspection, the perpetrator was a squirrel. This squirrel, knowing that it had wronged me, decided to make a run for it and hid behind the trunk of the tree, leaving me both perplexed and bemused.

I would imagine there is some internal squirrel league for hitting things with nuts and a moving human target would obviously have gathered many points, but it was not to be. Today I was the one that got away.

Be Travelling