Wednesday, and it is a gorgeous morning the skies are clear with just a wisp of high cloud, mum would tell us that it was the witches out sweeping the skies with their brooms, the rubbish that mums tell their kids, you would not believe.
I had an e-mail from the St Andrews Horticultural Society, they were sorry it has taken so long to get back to me, (not that long really) and yes I could have as much compost as I required from their deposits.
Always one for cutting a stick when I come to it, I set off with the tricycle, trailer, bags and a fork.
I was shown the mountain of compost, that I’m sure would have been in the running to qualified for another one of Fifes 7 Marilyns, I was told, I could come and go as I please. I did four trips with a large bag of compost in each load. I had to bring in the ‘Heavy Haulage’ and I have to say the tricycle was well up to the task, but that hill up to the roundabout is no mean task with a loaded trailer, Sweat was beading on my brow after each trip.
There was a group of leisure cyclist, hanging around at the roundabout so I did my tricycle posing thing. Open mouth they stood watching as I hang off the tricycle a bit further than really necessary.
Then it would not be fun if a bit of effort was not required, would it?
As the Dalai Lama said – “Happiness is not a gift, you have to work at it.”