“I’ll just pop out for the paper” announced mother.
I looked out of the window to see pedestrians negotiating our pavement in the manner of novice skaters at the Silver Blades ice rink. Except that the fence at the rink is higher than the walls down our road, and it doesn’t have gaps for driveways.
Mother was not permitted, on this occasion, to go through with her death wish. I would fetch the paper.
This required Special Equipment. I’m not sure whether the people in the Spar shop appreciated the spikes, but these crampons are rather less aggressive than those used four days earlier (report to follow). They were however, in truth, more necessary today.
There were very few people about from whom to gain admiring looks, but it should be evident from these pictures that today, for one day only, the most appropriate footwear for the streets of Timperley, flat though they may be, was crampons! A first.