about 10 years ago i stopped at the top of a banking looking down into a field of very long grass.i could see something moving about then realised it was a massive great dane that looked like it was struggling to free itself from something.i put my bike down and started down the bank talking calmly to the dog,i was almost right up to it when a woman jumped up,pulled her skirt down and ran off with her canine lover.i didn't move for about 5 minutes and didn't even tell my mrs when i got home,i felt very,very grubby and haven't spoken about it until now :cry: