On my way to Cleethorpes this morning, I drove through a place in Linc's called Stickney. Being a careful driver (unlike those who just look at the speedo and for cameras) I was scanning the road and pavements when I saw a rather familiar shape in orange and white. I turned back, parked up and started talking to the lady on the other end of the lead. After about 30 seconds she asked if I knew what sort of dog it was and was quite surprised when I said I had two at home. It was a fairly old bitch called Fern (Fearn?) who has spent a lot of her life working with Hawks or Falcons. I spent a good few minutes chatting to the lady and her husband, who knows Steve Wright, before carrying on with my journey.
What a pleasant way to forget that somebody has just ridden their motorbike into the back of your car.
Ghilliegumdrop
Linda on the road again Eddie....you will have to hide the keys to her bike
