There are few things quite as magical as watching swallows in flight, more than a match for the most elusive midge or sandfly. Alas, these two were more interested in a ride on Templar - probably resting between forays in the early dawn. The cranking on big Cummins diesels caused no fright, neither did the movement of the boat - at least until we were about to leave the Marina. I spent a couple of hours anchored away from the crowds, reading and pottering before heading home to mow the lawns. A busy week just passed with Wednesday spent in New Plymouth - very pretty town in the sunshine (but not so nice mid-winter in howling westeries). My rental Corolla racked up less than 50kms during the course of the day, but i felt quite out of place with the 560 American cars entered for the annual "Americana" festival - very impressive but a series of mobile traffic jams for those rushing around trying to cram too many appointments into a day. I called in to see good friends Paul & Lynne - they deal with Pauls severly debilitating and ever worsening illness every day, stoically and in the knowledge that worse is to come before final release. Very humbling and a reminder that everyday is a gift. Paul lives vicariously through my Harley adventures, having always been far to sensible and responsible to risk riding motorcycles. Onwards - Mad Mike C has Don Mcglashin followed by the Feelers performing at his property in rural Pareremoremo late this afternoon -should be a blast. 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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