youngoldbloke
The older I get, the faster I used to be ...
Was accompanied by a splendid cock pheasant as I climbed the hill back to the village. If I slowed, so did he, if I accelerated, so did he. At one point I stopped, so did he. Kept about 3-4 feet away from my wheels on my right, and after about 400 yards, obviously bored by my attempts at conversation, he stopped and I continued alone. Very strange.