It folds in half
I can tuck it in the back of my car
And follow my grandkids when the they go mountain biking.
Follow them for a while. Dangerous stuff mountain biking. For a grandpa.
Grandpas topple over easily enough without the help of tree roots, ruts in the path and the slippery bits.
Today, this morning, I set out early, to beat the crowds, the cyclists, the serious walkers ~ the dog walkers
7.30am. And I met the crowds, the cyclists, the serious walkers ~ the dog walkers. -all getting out early.
Summer time, a lively breeze, it was warm.
Very soon I’m out in the farm country. The cow cockies are out, they’ve been up for some time – tractors, mending fences, stroking a chin and staring at a drain that don’t drain. Always time for friendly wave.
There’s still plenty of life in the bike battery, but I’m running out of steam.
A two point turn. Wind is now in my favour
Homewards
Soon coffee
And one last look at the farm country
David in Pen and Pics 