A brief remembrance.

Once, at a family gathering, after a few wines, my father remarked that he had once "had a go" at the high jump back in his youth. My Mother goaded him about his atrophied state of being ever since, and challenged one dollar fifty that he couldn't "do it" anymore. Dad accepted the bet and everyone at the party followed him down to the backyard.

Whilst we all cheered and jeered, Graham - after constructing a basic high beam with a couple of clamps and a few bits of wood - proceeded to perform a perfect run-up, leap and land. He then duly collected the $1.50 from Sandra and we made our way back inside.