Simon was very excited about this, so he, Frazer and I rode on the first of 2007’s ‘extended’ evenings.
The following morning, as I washed my bike outside my house, carefully removing two layers of South Downs filth and one of south Wales, a small boy and his mother made their way along the pavement where a pool of mud was forming around me.
The lady ushered her young son past me, avoiding the mess.
“He’s been playing in the mud!” said the little boy.
“Yes” replied Mum.
“Can I play in the mud?”
Am I leading the next generation astray? I do hope so.