Also mountain bike riders who insist on cycling on footpaths and jostling me for room.
I accidentally tipped one of those off his bike a few years ago.
I was out with the dogs, on a footpath through woodland, when I heard someone call out behind me. As I turned, my hiking pole got caught in his wheel and he went flying.
He gave me a gobful of abuse which would have shocked the average midlle-aged lady dog-walker, but I believe in calling a cunt a cunt and gave as good as I got. He wanted my name and address so he could bill me for the repairs to his bike, the cheeky fucker, and started ranting about how he had to go 12 miles back to his car.
I gave him my name and address, and explained that I would vigorously defend any proceedings, given that he was riding on a footpath and I had no reason to aniticipate the presence of a cyclist careering down the hill.
Funnily enough, I never heard any further.
A few weeks later, another mountain biker rode very fast downhill on a local footpath and hit an elderly lady's dog and didn't stop. The vet bill to fix the dog's broken hip was several hundred.
We rarely see mountain bikers these days, they've obviously fallen out of love with this bit of the South Downs. They're a bloody menace.