We were on a training run through Essex and into London when we came upon the unexpected. An old man with a dream. He was building a cross between a caravan and a sidecar that you tow behind your car. An amazing piece of kit. Each of us stopped and took a look - hardly believing that he intended to tour Europe towing his house and sleeping in it over night!!
As I rumbled on towards Canary Wharf, I realised that it wasn't in these lofty heights that dreams are made, but on the drive of someone seemingly insignificant. Someone who woke up with an idea, planned it, put it into practice and then set off to make it happen.
Teamwork is fine and much needed, but without dreamwork we are finished...
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