To Sleap, perchance to dream...

I was cutting wood at Ken's place but he forced me against my will (just by asking if I wanted to go actually) to nip up to Sleap with him and Jem in his Twincom.
Whilst we were there a Mustang came whistling in. Lovely.
Ken has put some nice shiny spinners on the Twincom since last I saw it. There was a cousin of the Mustang at Gloucester. It was better than they used to come out of the factory I'm sure.
(It's really pronounced slape BTW)