Scoot!

Another rainy day in Broadland.

A day for watching cricket from Abu Dhabi. Our brave boys, toiling in the heat and dazzling sunshine to try and defeat the slow turn and the time wasting.

In the days of the wild west, the hero would ride into town, tie his mount to the rail outside the saloon, do battle with the man in the black hat, then, victorious, he would saddle-up and ride off into the sunset.

This steed is tied up with modern lock and cable, at the village hall. The good guy never came back. And so, his steed will rust until someone with bolt cutters takes it away to the recycling.