I always take my camera with me on bike rides. Today I found two lads in their twenties wandering the road in woe-is-me distress. As you see, their car had taken on itself to emulate the birds in Spring nesting. The lads said they were on their way into Chester when the driver “lost it.” They certainly didn’t seem to have been drinking but I think they were underestimating their “we weren’t going too fast” as clearly they were! However, I attempted to console them. After all, no one was killed, the sheep must have had prescience because they’d flocked to the other side of the field in time, and no other vehicle or person was involved. Consequently, although they could have been charged with careless driving, it’s likely the police won’t be involved.
“It’s not the police, nor the farmer I’m worried about,” said the driver, a twin brother of the passenger. “It’s me mam, and here she comes!”
I threw my leg over my saddle before meeting the angriest woman in Wales.