The trouble with waving your fingers at the gas man with your all singing all dancing multi-fuel stove is you have to get out in all weathers looking for logs. When you have a bike and bogey set up the 'all weathers' part of the deal becomes most unfortunate. On this little voyage (depicted above) I was pulled up by a police woman on a horse, laughed at by urchins next to the football pitches and harangued by a man in a green van who assured me 'I own all this' before driving off as I was approaching him with a bribe. It's not all Felicity Kendal out here is the drizzle.
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