“Do you want to have a go?” asked this clown who came up to my mother. (Men often approach my mother.)

“I like your waistcoat,” she said flirtatiously. (She rather likes a bit of interaction with the opposite sex.)

“Thanks,” he said, “but would you like a go? I reckon you’d be good at it.”

“Are you some kind of clown?” she queried.

“My wife thinks so,” answered the clown.

“Mum, he’s got a unicycle,” I said and added, for the benefit of the clown, “Mum’s nearly blind.”

“That would be the least of your worries,” he grinned, offering my mother the unicycle.

A few minutes later the clown put on his red nose and kindly posed for some photographs before waving and disappearing through the store.

Funnily enough, my youngest brother, also, has cycling plans for our mum – he wants her to go on the back of an old tandem he has just purchased.

Anyway, now you know why we go to Trago Mills nearly every week – you just never know what you’re going to come across.