I spotted this car parked near a Farmers Market - I walked on, wondering about the owner and what their story was.
Returning a few hours later, I saw a couple of cars stopped at a junction. They weren’t moving and as I got closer saw an elderly man using his feet to propel him and his wheelchair backwards across this small, pot hole riven junction … up a small incline.
I walked over and asked him if he needed any help.
“No thanks. I’m fine.
Are you sure?
“No really. I’m ok … Thankyou.
Pushing harder with his feet for the final assault on the slope.
I waved to him ... ok then ... and kept going. He shouted out.
“Thankyou. Thankyou very much. I’m ok ... really."
I turned around to wav to see him by his car, wrestling with the door to get in, carefully watched by his lady friend, sitting patiently to one side of the road in her wheelchair.
I still don’t know the story of the car, nor it’s owner - but clearly, despite what the car might say to a passer by ... he was a proud, well mannered, graceful man. I really wish I knew his story.