We had been out to lunch today.
Came back, got beautifully dry washing in then did something with bins.
Became aware of OH shouting at something, assumed it was a cat.
Found out it was a young male clad in running garb running through our car port.
Fine, except we don't live on any sort of road, nearest neighbour 1/4 mile, on steep hill.
OH armed with a camera, set off in pursuit. A bit delayed given he had to put clothes on, hot weather meant he had to disrobe
The running person had apparently run past just where I had been in the car port (doing bins).
Normally nobody comes anywhere near.
Feel a bit spooked.
Keeping doors locked now - normally don't bother when we are in the house.
We'll live, it's just a bit different.
