It was the Bigtown Fairer World Fair today – always a good opportunity to get a bit of early Christmas shopping done (and then collapse in a virtuous heap feeling you are ahead of the game till about Christmas Eve…). Also a chance to catch up with such splendid things as this pedal powered rice thresher – the brainchild of local agricultural supplies dealer – recruit some folk to my planned guerilla knitting army, and other such right-on activities.
Oh, who am I kidding, I go for the cakes. £1 for a cup of coffee (proper coffee too – none of your village hall dishwater) and a massive 50p for a cake, which suggests that whatever they may be paying their farmers, they’re not remunerating their cake makers very well.
I did not have a go at the rice thresher, which looked like a hernia-inducer if ever I saw one, but, having got a lift in, I may have taken a cake-powered mode of transport home with all my loot …
And I remembered one aspect of cycling I didn’t miss one bit.
For those suffering similarly, white spirit is the answer.