Porty Time Travel

A couple of virtual meetings this morning followed by a virtual bike ride then Joe drove me and Eve to Porty for a promenade and a mooch (and a blip).

Home to find an old dear had taken a wrong turn and ended up digging a ditch with her car round the back of our house. Nothing a shovel, some old flooring, a bit of swearing and a lot of mud splatters couldn’t sort out. At one point I thought we might need a tractor to tow the car out but between me, Eve and Gordon we managed.