If only I could get pedestrians on country roads without footpaths to walk FACING oncoming traffic. I stopped to remonstrate with what appeared to be a family, Mammy, Daddy, and three youngsters, who were walking, wheeling their bicycles on their nearside. Daddy was furious. "We have bicycles", he said almost frothing at the mouth. "When you dismount and wheel your bicycles, you magically become pedestrians", I replied, "so you walk single file, on your near-side, facing on-coming traffic". "How are we supposed to talk?" was Mammy's contribution. "If you want to talk, first get home safely, park the bikes, sit around the table, and chat away to your hearts' content. Out here it is about surviving, and surviving is your responsibility."