Don't Fall Down The Stairs

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Our new house sit came with a beautiful view of Victor Harbor and an energetic dog who needed walkies twice a day. I opted to do the morning walk given that I'm usually wide awake at 5:30 anyway. For three days Dog and I explored the walking paths along the Hindmarsh River, sniffing energetically at all sorts of things (Dog) and taking photos (me).

From my window, looking out over Encounter Bay to the Bluff

From a different window: grand old buildings above the Hindmarsh River.

And from another window: detail from the roof of Adare House.  Adare house was completed in 1893 and its architect is credited with introducing turrets to South Australia, which is a very specific claim to fame.
 

Our new house sit, along with the view, had a set of spiral stairs which I, half awake and in the dark, descended every morning for dog walkies. "I should turn on the light," I thought, "I don't want to fall down these stairs."  

Barely had my obviously-not-awake-enough neurones processed the thought when I did just that.

 

Crime scene.
 

Not that I actually fell down the stairs, mind you.  I fell off the bottom stair and landed with a bang and a healthy shot of adrenaline that saw me through putting on my shoes and heading off for dog walkies while thanking my lucky stars that I hadn't hurt myself at all.  

Above the Hindmarsh River, about when I realised that my foot was getting more sore as the adrenaline wore off.

It's all downhill to home from here.  Which I theorised would be more comfortable than walking uphill.  It wasn't.
 

Dog and I walked and sniffed for a good hour and a half, by which time I had revised my initial assessment and decided that I had a very sore toe. 

I think I'll have to tape that toe.  My big toe joined the bruise party too, just for fun. The big toe doesn't hurt, though, so there's that.
 

The result of all that was that I'm off dog walking duty for the time being so it's a good thing Roger's back is up to two dog walks a day even if the whole early morning thing is not his cup of tea. We congratulated ourselves on taking turns at infirmity and I've given myself a day or two before I test the theory that a broken toe won't hurt while riding a bicycle.

Oh, and I turn on the light when I go down the stairs now.

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