Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil

...going with the flow, it's all a game to me!

* much thrashing of Rickenbacker Bass *

Was going to go out for a cycle when Eldest asked if I could take her a ride on Biscuit. "Why not?" thought your Gal, so we togged up and hit the road.

We hadn't discussed anything else, but had packed lunch to be enjoyed en route. She sat quietly on the back taking in village after town after village and view, until we emerged on the outskirts of Stoke On Trent and parked up.

"Where are we?" 
'Burslem'
"But why?" 
'Because Lemmy?!'

She likes her rock music and following my pointing finger, recognised Motörhead's late-great figurehead straightaway. The statue was unveiled back in May marking 10 years since his passing, and 50 years since the band formed. Fittingly there were tributes left for Ozzy Osbourne who Lemmy had written for and toured with over the decades.

Our lunch stop was part way back, sat upon Ramshaw Rocks just north of Leek. We didn't linger as the wind was gusty and I also received a call that Dad had been sent to A&E with wonky blood pressure, thankfully settled by the evening. With a frazzled head I escaped to Youngest's Hut in the garden late on and fell asleep watching an episode of Rock Family Trees!