Richard Bell’s Wild West Yorkshire nature diary, Wednesday, 29th July 2009
YOU KNOW how it is; you just decide to do one simple task and you find yourself getting
drawn into a real predicament. We’d taken the Wagon R up into the bathroom to weigh
it - it’s the only place we keep a set of scales - and, as Barbara and her mum went
off to rustle up lunch, I decided I just had time to - single handedly - manoeuvre
the car back down the stairs and out onto the driveway.
It came down the stairs easily enough, sliding along under its own weight so I just
had to lift it slightly to clear each step but when I got it down on the bottom landing
I realised I should have opened the front door first. I had to push it back up the
steps but at the same time reach behind me to open the door . . .
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This was, of course a dream but the feeling of getting into escalating predicaments
and the inertia that accumulates when you take on a big project felt very true to
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If I had time, I’d draw my illustration again with my right hand lifting the bumper,
my shoulder against the radiator grill, to give more of an impression of the mass
of the object.