On the theme of eyesight, or, in my case, its shortcomings, just after 7 this morning, I'm leaving the beach and looking to join the prom near Waterloo. Fine so far. Headtorch deployed - at least I've learnt its value, albeit late in life - I thought sand segued into prom as if seamlessly joined. But no. I took a leap of faith that proved foolish and, falling over a foot, landed flat on my chest, with right knee & matching elbow acting as shock absorbers.
Watch stopped, I checked for any witnesses and uttered a few honest oaths. Walked a little to work out the shock and ran the final mile home, rather gingerly, it must be said. Running repairs made, it was off to work, where a light diary helped me gain some equilibrium.
P.S. Purchased batteries for headtorch on way home from work.