Tyred

We had a blowout of the wheelbarrow tyre. The two-hundred and some kilometers has taken its toll on the already worn rubber and it finally gave up the ghost.
There being no purveyor of wheelbarrow spares nearby I was forced to hitch-hike into Niort to procure another. To my consternation no tyre of the same dimensions was available so I had to buy a. 400-8 instead of a 350-8 and risk it hitting the frame.
A lovely lady gave me a lift into a garden center in Niort and by chance saw me hitching on the way back and picked me up a second time, delivering me to the spot where poor Jeremy was waiting.
The tyre did fit and has made the barrow a smidgen higher so easier to push.