Badboy

One easter holiday break I invited dear bryony to the Isle of Wight. My Mother was to retreat to Dubai for a holiday and leave the two adventurous girls alone with the man of the house( my father-although the man cries like a girl so I prefer the term effeminate man). The one rule was that we must not ride the quad bike unoccupied whilst she was gone. We accepted her rule. That was untill she left. It was quads, mud and 60 miles an hour up steep hills. Because we are young fasionistas the term fashionably late is one rule we abide by. Missing buses forced us to to ride the quad bike to many a places. This bike became our best friend on the isolated farm. When we departed the island we put our glamorous suitcase filled with attire in a rugged country trailer and attached it to a biffed up quad bike and headed out in style to the local bus stop like right ol' nutters.