Ever coveted something ? something you really want I am not talking a chocolate bar or indeed a glass or wine or glass of refreshing water in the summer heat. I am meaning a real need , bordering on a healthy obsession and one that can not be quelled to you have achieved this. My husband says if I achieve this then I am channeling my inner wicked witch of the west , oh don't worry I have already given him the blank look and not washed his pants for 5 days . Not that I hold a grudge or anything by I do like to get my point across , it is a healthy obsession and it is one of a bicycle with a basket.
I need a bicycle with a basket , a whimsically magical need the more I look the more I want and I have just the lanes that I will take the bialy down. I would either call that bicycle Celia or Myfanwy. Long before 'Myfanwfy' was a David Essex song it was a poem by Sir John Betjeman and it is a beautiful , romantic poem awww sighs and I live on the edge of a park and I love Robinson marmalade . Isn't the half light of the day one of the most alluring of the day a light that draws you in and holds you in a warm moment of time.
As I think that is a name that really suits a bicycle, the car is called Mrs Robinson and the car hates me ( I don't drive ) and it is trying to kill me I am sure of it but more of that in another post.
This is a card my friend Jane made for me as it was my birthday last week isn't superb ! and I love bunting as well I have a real weakness for it. And also I blooming well love tea so much I made 2 cups of tea and there is only me in the house.
Wondering where I would take my bicycle with a basket if I was to get it places like the which is just down the road for me , a fairy step away in a quiet unspoilt unless rolling countryside where the clouds skip along the horizon.
I so want a bicycle with a basket I so wistfully want.
It reminds me of a gentler way of life and idyll that can still ring true today and it would make me so calm of mind to have the wind whistling through my soul.