Unloved...

This bike lives under my house, in the communal pathway leading to our cellars and back garden.

I pass it frequently, it must have belonged to a neighbour. Propped. Forgotten. Unused. Unloved.

As you may already know blipchums, my husband is a serious cyclist. He has seven bikes, all of which are too precious for storage in the cellar. They live in the house, with us.

His heart probably sinks when he sees this poor bike.

I'm sure he has enough love for one more...

Today outof10? A sad 7 ❤️