Burgundy and Purple On A Bike
Wife was heading off out today to deliver some of her cards to a shop in Tynemouth, and then to head up to Monkseaton library to drop off some postcards publicising the Whitley Bay Book Group she’s starting for New Writing North.
Naturally, she was riding, so as she set off I took a couple of snaps:


Hey - there’s no point in having a Trophy Wife if you’re not going to show her off!













She looks great wrapped up all nice and warm. What happened to the basket? Am I seeing panniers on the back now instead?
Or was the basket just my imagination all along?
[...] But bikes are convenient for much longer trips than those within a mile of home. For pootling about town trips, a two-mile solution seems eminantly sensible - like this one, which encompasses all of Wife’s errands about town today: [...]
That was your imagination - you probably hadn’t been taking your meds on that particular day. I may be buying her a nice wicker basket to go on the front some time soon though . . .
Is that a smile or a “I’m gonna kill you for taking my picture” grin? ;^)