Canal monster

I set off along the canal with Finlay, on a well peddled route, for a four mile bike ride to Granny's house this afternoon.

Only to find that he hadn't bombed ahead of me as usual.

He had 'got lost' on a totally straight route and I hadn't even realised.

He's not entirely sure where he went wrong and he seems to have suffered some kind of memory malfunction.

I'm fairly confused too.

It appears that the only reasonable explanation for the whole thing is that we were both temporarily eaten up by this brain mushing canal monster.