Sweaty Saturday mornings

I saw this and remembered, with a shudder, my teenage Saturday morning job delivering meat for the local butcher. My bike had a tiny front wheel and a much bigger basket to carry double the weight. It was a pig to pedal. You almost had to get off and push it downhill. I gave up after 4 weeks to do something more sensible, but I did have Fanny Craddock as a customer