Saddle Tramps avatar reminds me of a meeting in the woods many years ago. I'd found a nice spot amongst some old foundations under the only Monkey Puzzle tree I know of in that area. I had the distinct feeling I was being watched, carefully I changed positions and had a good look round.
Watching me from the other side of some bushes were a pair of dark eyes in a mass of hair and wrinkles. Soon as he realised I'd spotted him he went about his way, touting a bicycle festooned with his wordly possesions. The old tramp lived in the woods and I'd often leave things in the boul of that tree for him. Never spoke a word to him though.
Watching me from the other side of some bushes were a pair of dark eyes in a mass of hair and wrinkles. Soon as he realised I'd spotted him he went about his way, touting a bicycle festooned with his wordly possesions. The old tramp lived in the woods and I'd often leave things in the boul of that tree for him. Never spoke a word to him though.
