In the Rain

Those blokes were simply out of fuel, and how pleased were they that I had stopped?!

They pulled out an old drinks bottle and had my fuel pipe off in seconds!

back to their moped- amazed that I wouldn't take any money for the fuel they had taken
They headed off, with a cheery wave and...

squeezing on with the hatted one's sister and her basket of shopping which was somehow crammed in between his knees.

The rain was heavy and made the rest of the day a bit grim for riding, I eventually stopped at a town which promised beach bungalows by the name of Tropicana (oh those days of Wham), but it didn't look very tropical, even when the deluge had stopped pouring

Down on the beach they were bringing in the day's catch