Mark 1

I drop the bike at Mark 1’s just before 10. It has been a few years since I last had a bike. The lane is changing. Garages being refurbished as offices. And Mark is going grey.

I’m back after work to collect the bike. He’s not quite finished, so we chat pleasantly for an hour or so while he finishes off the brakes and balances the carbs.

Then it’s home for a late tea, through a darkening, chilling evening.