The streets were strangely silent?
An ideal time for a spot of cloak and dagger? At my suggestion of a little light pilfering, he looked at me strangely, surely not after all these years?
Armed with secateurs and an outrider I set off.
The long straight coast road between Hythe and Sandgate was as I expected deserted, not a car in
sight. We drove along all the while me scanning the verges between the golf course and the sea. The odd car sped by, rushing to get home... can’t think why?
All the while as I gathered the object of my desire, hubs drove along aside keeping an eye out for trouble, as only a retired copper can!
The magnificent examples I had spied a few weeks ago had already been snaffled.
Getting home, already beginning to itch, I did idly wonder if it was such a good idea? Memories of another much more malign cousin of this still horribly fresh in my mind, even though it must have been twenty years ago when foolishly I allowed it into my embrace! Another story, maybe?
This was my quarry...
Now how to dry it... any ideas?