It began with what Harriet Kelsall describes as ‘a dramatic scene’. The mother-of-two, then 46, was out for a run when she stumbled and hit the pavement hard. ‘I grazed my knee and there was blood everywhere,’ she says. ‘Instinctively I’d thrown out my left hand to break the fall – and that was what really hurt.’
But finding that she could still move all her fingers, Harriet decided simply to go home. ‘I used an old wrist support and strapped two fingers together, which was uncomfortable but worked for the time being,’ she says. ‘But after about two weeks, I
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