It lies here, just of the old railway, turning green and falling apart. It reminds me a lot of myself. I suppose it once formed part of Farmer Brown's life and was parked here and forgotten. It may even be a stolen vehicle dumped by thoughtless youths. Whatever it was it no longer is.
I came across it after having a touch of the sun this morning! The sky was blue, the sun shining, and I was fooled into getting in the bike and trundling out. I became further fooled by the thought that I could meander up the old railway and see the country, even though the fields all around were covered in white frost as I left. I forgot that the sun shines in Antarctica also! I donned my cap and thick gloves and sallied forth. How nice to be up early and on the bike again. I have not been up there for months. The place looks a bit weather beaten, much has been cut back by the Rangers, and their keep fit volunteers, although selfish folks with dogs think standing in the middle of the track is funny. Words could easily be exchanged with some of these dog lovers.
Just imagine, cold sunshine, snowdrops appearing, even some blossom appearing on one or two scraggy bushes. The finches sang, dogs wagged tails, and I now ache all over. Anyone got time to do massage.....?