Monday, 7 September 2009

From Pooter to Scooter.

Despite my moaning last night, it was really nice to be back on my bike this morning. It had been torture watching all the scooters zipping around Sicily and not being able to have a go. I've always loved being on wheels, from the age of eight when I went to bed the afternoon before my birthday because I couldn't wait to get my rollerboots.

I was tempted at one point to hire one but realised it would mean almost certain death. I've never ridden a scooter before, but have always planned to get one when my knees wear out from all the cycling.

I need to wait for a while yet. If only because I need the exercise of cycling. Even though I have the perfect little parking spot in my front garden. And look at this lovely bike. I'm definitely thinking a coffee coloured scooter. With a vintage pale blue helmet.


  1. Lovely scooter - wish I was brave enough to ride one.
    Glad you had a good time in Sicily - can't wait for our little jaunt.
    I once sat through a very painful night at the Beverley Playhouse listening to Al Stewart - mind you he does look better as a young man. Mike will be delighted that you put his song on.

  2. Haha! Yes, James remembered that you'd been to that. I like this song! Don't think I'd fancy seeing him now, though.