Dear Sir, _ It might perhaps interest readers to hear of this little incident that happened to me last summer.
I was motoring from my home to Newquay for a few days' holiday to meet some friends. As I am fond of doing during the summer months, I took with me a thermos flask and some sandwiches for a snack somewhere en route.
I pulled up on the verge of Partmoor and proceeded to have my snack. After a few moments I noticed with little concern what looked like a man with one leg and crutches, walking towards me in the distance. However, on looking again a moment later, I could see it was a girl wearing slacks and who had only one leg. TO my surprise, she came across to me in rather an agitated manner and asked whether I could let her have some petrol, since her car had run dry and she had to meet some friends at Okehampton, off the train. They probably would think she was not coming, and wanted avoid their hiring a car unnecessarily.
I regretted I could not, as all my petrol was in the tank; but I would gladly get her some.
I think it was at this point that I realised how attractive this young lady was. She was wearing a yellow jumper, and was very tall and slim. Her grey striped trousers and brown crepe-soled sports shoe made her appearance conspicuous. The left trouser leg had been cut off and sewn up, and I could see she had absolutely no left leg at all. Her fair hair, which reached her shoulders, fell limply about a she moved, and her crutches were of some grey material. She was a most amazingly good-looking girl.
She got in, I got her petrol for her, and left her with her engine running.
It was not until afterwards did I realise how I wish I had tried to get to know her.
Thanking the Editor for his valuable space,
Yours truly,
Missed The Boat.