I've not been doing as much walking the last few days, as I keep going down to the cricket club and find myself taking part in an off the cuff practice session, much to the annoyance of my achey calf muscle.
I'm playing om Sunday and I suspect will be utterly hopeless.
I was out for a wander the other evening, and was intrigued by the sound of buzzing engines as I walked along the river on the new path that has been made along the muddy cow fields. As I reached Trent Bridge, I could see that the cause was a small fleet of scooters that had gathered at the barge pub, shiny and chromed and the pride and joy of their owners.
Well, Newark was the town the novel of "Quadrophenia" was based on. There's always been a strong mod and scooter presence here, but normally The Barge Pub is where the big bikes meet.
I guess it's another sign of returning normality, like the pubs reopening.
Not that I have been yet.
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