The strange contraption, mostly made out of old wheels, had sat on my grandparents’ lawn for as long as I could remember. Every time I had asked them what is was, my gran had rolled her eyes and tutted whilst my granddad had told me some wild story.
‘It’s to re-wind the year,’ granddad told me once, ‘like a time machine but it only goes back twelve months.’
‘What’s the point in that then?’ I had asked.
‘Sometimes only changing the smallest of things can make the biggest difference,’ he had answered.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/12/27/22-december-2017 with thanks).