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Fortunately we ended up walking this way round in what ended up being a failed attempt to get to the park before his brother and mum went home, as if we'd cycled we'd have had to stop and loft the toddler-encumbered bike over the multiple patches of shattered glass and wouldn't have had as much manoeuvrability to brush some of the larger chunks to the side. The peculiar burning-insulation smell in the back garden was not resolved, in the absence of any new burnt-out scooters on the path. The normal burnt smell on the links was just the normal bonfire in the allotments, whose smoke was drifting in a very distinct layer all the way to the swingpark.