A Different Angle
It was raining, wet, dismal, Saturday morning, I had just loaded a U1500AG to start its new life in Scotland. I had walked back through Bentham in the freezing rain.[The truck was so abnormally long the driver did not fancy negotiating the main street]
My partner is languishing in the warm spring sunshine in Southern France. The rest of our team are snug in bed recovering from Sam's farewell 'do'. Spirits are plummeting.
To cheer myself up I climbed the stairs of our old Mill building [Former Silk Mill in days gone by] to survey the new building. Whilst up there I took a different angle on a bit of our stock so I will inflict it on all of you!