Hightist policies
Placid though “Riverside walk” may sound my daily commute is fraught with peril and obstacles. If it’s not Killer bees, renegade cyclists or loose canines who are patently not on leads (despite the signs) it’s the trees. Use of the start (or end, depending which way you’re going) of the walk involves navigation round some rather lovely, rather low hanging branches. Not so lovely when it’s wet, the grass is muddy and walking through or under the branches is asking for a drenching. Of course today it’s dry and the council seem to have tidied up the path during the day, including trimming the trees somewhat, making the problem much less pronounced than it was when I saw them this morning. Bloody typical 
You must be at lease this short to use this path
With thanks to the random lady who has no idea the person behind was surreptitiously photographing her ducking in order to get an idea of scale
