I want to ride my bicycle

When we told George that his cousin Carl had brought up his new bike, he looked sceptical. It was, after all, the first he'd heard of it.

When he laid eyes on his new bike, I think it's fair to say he looked pleased.

We took the dog for a stroll, went for lunch at the Pine Marten, and then Carl did some very clever things to sort out the lads' bikes. He even managed to change the headlights on my car before he, Laura and Tony headed down the road. He's a useful man to know.

A very enjoyable visit it was.