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We popped into the bowling alley this morning to pick up hubby’s bowling balls which had been resurfaced. It was good to catch up with some familiar faces bowling in the Saturday morning league, many of whom we have known for 30 years but probably only see once a year.
Dropping into the bowling alley meant taking a different route to work which took us through road works but also meant we followed this lovely old car on a trailer. Old cars had so much character unlike the cars we drive today.