Metaphorical pothole

They’re everywhere. The cash strapped councils can’t afford to replace the tarmac and we are slowly going back to the Victorian cobbles underneath.

Anyhow, at least it offered up a blip on a quiet day. Grabbed this while I was dropping Joe off for the bus and before I went on a ridiculously long virtual bike ride - I was distracted by the Oswald Mosley podcast. I’m not sure what the British Union of Fascists position was on potholes. Maybe that’ll be covered in episode four.