TUMBLE & FUMBLE

It must be fifty years since the Christmas when I got my first Bike, my Father brought it second hand and painted it up in maroon with white mudguards, three speed gears, I felt like the bees knees on it, especially as none of my siblings had been given a bike. My superiority soon took a tumble I'm afraid, showing off to Diana Pyrer, (she use to let you fumble in her underwear, that's another story altogether) I hit a curb at speed, fell off and broke my collar bone, oh how the mighty fall!.
As Dearest didnt feel very well we never got out till past four, enought time for Skipton to pick up some veg to go with the Christmas dinner, have a coffee and take a couple of snaps.