spring
“Why don’t you get your dad to pick it up?”, the chap at the caravan site said. I think he thinks I’m ten years younger than I am.
Snowdrops, crocuses, snowdrops, primroses and more snowdrops lined the paths as I cycled from Winchester up to New Alresford to collect a towbar.
That is not my towbar, but it was the model for my towbar. In particular, the dimensions are the same. The look on the face of the trailer guy when he emerged from his office to see my Brompton looking up at him was priceless.
On the return journey, I didn’t notice the snowdrops, crocuses, and primroses so much. Still, I made it to Winchester right on time to catch a train back here. As I cruised up to my house a builder working nearby commented “now I’ve seen everything!”.
For my next trick, I’m doing this: