When a pram looks like this, it's time to get a new pram.
We've been together a long time, the pram and I, through a steady succession of children (well, only four) and over many kms. It's been bolted, welded, patched, and stitched back together before, and I think it might be time to call it a day.
It would've been nice to get back to the top of the hill before loosing the wheel though. Caleb was a true champion, tramping-running up the big hill all the way back home, while Daniel perched in the pram and I balanced it on its back wheels. A marathon home trek, with just enough time to get to school for the afternoon school trip. Phew!And I've even got a loan-pram sorted already, toddler seat and all. Thanks, Leanne! (No excuses not to go walking. Or shopping.)