One of the most legendary characters in our village is a gentleman by the name of Roger who has lived alone since his wife passed a few years ago. He’s an independent soul despite being fairly disabled and reliant on an electric Mobility scooter but that hasn’t clipped his wings any. He’s a great friend of my Dad and often pops up the allotment for a glass of Dandelion wine when his mobility scooter can be seen weaving unsteadily across the pavements on the return journey to his bungalow.
However, his greatest achievement is the weekly shopping trip he makes to the local supermarket; a mere ten-mile round trip from our village on his mobility scooter. It is nothing short of a miracle that he safely negotiates the winding country lanes, glorious in the summer less so in the winter, avoiding the thundering juggernauts headed for the same industrial park. These country roads were no doubt, designed for horse-drawn carriages of a bygone age and anyone who has tried negotiating them during the height of the tourist season whilst crawling behind a slowly driven tractor, will no doubt be able to testify as to how treacherous they can be.
He is a regular customer of this supermarket and after an early morning phone call they will always have one of their own scooters available for his use within store and whilst he’s shopping will charge his battery ready for the homeward journey; now how’s that for customer service!
I noticed recently as I passed him en route to the supermarket that some joker had placed a sign on the rear of his scooter which said “The Lone Ranger Rides Again”. As this is one journey that he alone can make, I don’t suppose that burdened with his shopping there’ll be much room for a kemosabe.