We are in need of one right now!
Too many people off-loading their problems/messes onto us but less of that and here is today's 'dream'.
The best time of the day (according to my Dad) was early morning. We would set off, sometimes on push-bikes or me pillion on his motorbike, but mostly in his 1934 Lagonda. We'd end up in some wild deserted place not far from home and set up a camp fire. We took frying pan, sausages, bread, teabags etc and the all-important brown sauce. We'd watch the sun come up and if it rained (which it usually did) we would find a bridge or ruined barn. He refused to put the roof up on his car and me and my sister would hide under the toneau cover to escape hail, snow and rain.
There was one hill we loved to go up - out of Summerbridge towards Brimham Rocks. It is very steep and narrow and overhung with trees all the way up with lots of bends. He let the Lagonda back-fire all the way up whilst we shrieked and screamed kneeling up, facing backwards watching the flames come out of the exhaust.
Well, I must away and carry on. In a rare break I replaced a couple of broken strings on Ang-Al (Angel) - all set for Saturday at Fairweather Green.
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