Despite the temperature being quite warm Jeff anticipated a cold night and lit the fire at the Constables Cottage-a precaution proved unnecessary, and perhaps we should have sat outside under a cloudless sky and enjoyed the stars. After a great dinner and plenty of wine, no one was really looking for a late night, particularly after a solid week on the road, so cups of tea, then bed. Morning arrived with the anticipation of another big day ahead, the Mike's respective wives keen to be bikie birds, dressed in leather and Harley sparkle for the weekend. We enjoyed a magnificent country breakfast back at the Vulcan, before taking in the sights (a regular treat for those of us fortunate enough to be annual visitors), Kim being entrusted with the key to St Patrick's Catholic Church (apt as today is St Patrick's Day). A purposeful and quaint old building, its glory days of many parishioners long since past, but together with the adjacent graveyard (and each grave stone telling a story, all too often of an early and miserable passing) a solid reminder of St Bathan's more prosperous past.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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