Double-tap to edit.Having dedicated so much time to Sabrina (my beloved Harley), Templar has languished. I set about to change that this morning, and together we crept down the Tamaki River, taking extra care to avoid the flotsam the highest tides of the year inevitably brings, big lumps of tree trunk ready to tear off a propeller, or worse.
The still of an autumn morning was just reward for the early start, the only ripples on the duck pond of the Waitemata were those of my wake. Anchoring at Motuhuie as the sun rose blazing through the few pines that remain. A quick flick through a Sunday paper, the most celebrial section being the Sudoku, before heading home in time to take Dearly beloved a cup of tea as she woke. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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