Method of Transport

In an ideal world we would walk or cycle to each gardening job.  My husband often does so.  But daily life sometimes demands the use of our little red hatchback, gift of generous friends, registered fifteen years this month.  Yesterday it was time for the annual MOT.

I am glad to say our car passed and needed only the replacement of a light bulb in the sidelights.  We exhaled a sigh of relief and inhaled the scent of a newly-cleaned car, courtesy of the dealer.  Gone for the moment were the reminders of cat poo and fox poo, rotting leaves, grass cuttings, mud and all the detritus that accompanies this job.  The car was clean, its windows were clean inside and out.  It was a good feeling.  All is secure under the bonnet (hood for my North American readers), our new rear tyres are ready for the winter weather (thanks to other friends and a great garage in Woodford) and we are set for whatever comes next. 

Preferred method of transport - two legs or two wheels, but four wheels keep us both rolling; thank you God.