Well day dawned – and what was young Mr William doing? SLEEPING! Under the pretext of being, OLD!!! He’s merely a spring chicken (well he’s nearly 15 years behind my godfather!!!!) What’s a number anyhow? He’s only 87!
The morning is brisk (read BLOODY COLD) – so which way is best? West of course. So what’s the problem with single digit numbers?
The idea is not to worry about the direction – just turn the bars!
Back to Fernvale and an apple and blueberry turnover… trust me, there’s not ONE OUNCE OF FAT!!!!
Back to Glamorgan Vale – turn left and to the Bike Museum at Haigsley. (NOW CLOSED) It was a tough day – can’t ya tell!!!
Sit back in the sun and look at the plebs rolling down the highway. Back on the bikes – turn to Crosby Weir – down to the Mogill Ferry (sail the seven seas) and home via whichever road we needed.
The story goes – we ran into Farmer Brown’s cows (all 200 of them walking across the road) We found the mounted constabulary – luckily they didn’t worry about us. Billy found the cutest pup – but he had to let her leave. We sailed the seven seas and… just had fun in the sun.