Hover Fly
Lazy so and so
Way back when I first started work, one of the first things I spent a fair amount of money on was a new frame from Harry Hall's, then in Cathedral street Manchester. Standing out on the pavement looking at the choice I had, a ruby flamboyant Harry Hall, or Holdsworths in blue or green, all 531 PG, I chose the HH even though it was £7 more expensive, mainly for the colour and gold transfers. I went up in the world and a few years later bought a butted frame, the HH went to my father who used it for a few more years, then gave it to a workmate to go to work on, I thought I had seen the last of it. Until tonight, a knock at the door,Moon Bunny opened it. "Is this where *Hover Fly* lives?" "It is" she calls me. "Hello, I'm ********'s son, he used to work with your father" "Yes" I said "I remember him". Your dad gave him a bike once, when he was short of money." "Yep, it was way too good to go to Vickers on" "He died earlier this year, asked me if I could find you and give you it back." "Oh, I don't know what to say" "I've got it in my car, I'll go and get it". A bottle of wine as a thank you, and it's now stood in the hallway, bearing the scars of its "gosh how long?" adventures but still the frame I knew and loved all that time ago.
