Gheluvelt Park at just gone eleven and I'm still trying to capture the dappled light of autumn.
Not sure I'm succeeding but it's good fun trying.
Hello-hello. Something interesting is happening on the river by the rowing club.
Whatever it is, it's attracting a crowd.
I need to ask some questions. I'll have a chat with someone in authority.
A bloke in a bright yellow fluorescent jacket should do the trick.
It seems that last Thursday afternoon a chap left the handbrake off and his car rolled into the river. Transpires it was his daughter's car.
Blimey, imagine the ramifications if it was the other way around - she'd have been 'grounded' for days.
It's taken this long to organise a rescue.
So, I have a decision to make.
Do I stay and wait for the car to be lifted out?
Or do I continue on my way home where the tasty prospect of one of my signature ham, mustard, and salad sammidges with a tomato and three (count 'em) pickled onions on the side, washed down with one of Ainsley's cuppa soups (it's the herbs wot does it), followed by a Sainsbury's fruit pot for dessert, awaits.
Home it is then.
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