A mystery

A bike has appeared in our old storehouse.

We have no idea who left it there, when it appeared or why.

It's in pretty poor shape so I'd put my money on someone having heard of Steven's fondness for rescuing old and unloved bicycles and having left it for him to use as he sees fit. The odd thing is why they wouldn't have chapped the door to say that they were leaving it, or at least left it where we'd be likely to see it.

Or maybe someone was clearing a shed in the middle of the night and decided to deposit in under cover of darkness mistaking our shed for the cowp.

If we were nearer the village I might hazard a guess that someone had found it and used to get somewhere a bit faster than walking. But we're too far from anywhere for that to be convenient. (Yes, we did quiz the boys but they're as perplexed as we are.)

I guess the bike fairy just decided it was better off with us.