On account of feeling fed up I took to the canal path on my way home today for a pootle, but I was frustrated by several people on foot, each of whom was wearing some magical material that absorbs photons. The only way to spot them is when the landing lights are eclipsed, and you have to start guessing what's up ahead. I mean, it was dark, and foggy, and still no-one had a shred of reflective on them, and I had all my lights turned up to 11, albeit pointing at the ground out of politeness instead of into car drivers' eyes.
Two of the people had dogs with them, but at least dogs have light-up eyes to balance out their photon-absorbent fur. One walker coming towards me apologised as I came to a stop, explaning that his dog was ambling around in front of me because it was deaf and couldn't hear his calls. I'd approached for some distance so he'd still had plenty of notice.
I gave up at Ashley Terrace and went back onto the roads.