In Dorset with Fibonacci The Younger, two weeks ago. A view across Chapman's Pool. Getting to it is less easy than some other beaches, but worth it. Hardly any people, even on a day as glorious as the one coming to its close in the photograph. Just us and two other families; it felt like we had the place to ourselves. Couldn't find Colin Chapman's headstone anywhere; or a fraying Lotus Elite in a boat shed. The light was never less than fabulous. It really did turn to pewter as we walked back up the path. A swallow caught a moth four feet from my nose.
Later, at The Square and Compass, we had a pint, a pie and a Coca-Cola. In upended glasses, and with all his new best mates, Fibonacci Minor trapped dozy wasps. A girl turned up with a ferret peeping out of her blouse. She went inside to play in the band. Don't know what happened to the ferret.
6 comments:
Brilliant Fred. What a picture, what a ferret. Dorset always good for a break, or even a compound fracture. Did you see Gabriel Oak?
Peter, I was too busy looking for Bathseheba's lock of hair.
Or even 'Bathsheba's' Fred.
Ok, ok. Never respond to reader's posts when taking calls from the FBI regarding ones brother's whereabouts.
How long have you known this bicycle then? You didn't say anything at the weekend. Is there anything we should know? At least you're not going to have your heart broken over some vane flashy Ferrari. Your bike looks more... well it's more you isn't it. As long as it's not from some office.
Fellow Viking, welcome, and thank you for your comment. I do like a bike, that's for sure, but a Ferrari's hard to beat so I'll have one of those too thanks.
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