Through The Side Window 23/365

I saw this elderly lady some way off in my wing mirror while parked in Ballyholme. I imagine she lives alone and takes some time getting ready to leave her home to trek to the shop for milk for her tea. She appears to rely on her shopping trolley for stability, pushing it in front of her, as though checking for land mines. A broken hip might be as devastating as a land mine injury at her age.
Not long later, I saw her heading back home at her own glacial pace; a bag of bread sticking up from the trolley. I hope she made it home to a cosy fireplace.