Andy’s claims a victory.
Settled into a cracking campfire and one of the best steaks ever.
There I was lying in the sun next to what amounts to my version of Diogenes’ barrel. Locked down again, blowing kisses at missed riding opportunities and hoping the next plan might just come together.
If the Grovelment did unlock the shed door, maybe, just maybe, riding mate Tomaselli and I could get away for a few days. He’d booked leave and again we got locked down within hours, two weeks out from our POQ date…SNAFU!