… and the places they take me. As I type, the remnants of Hurricane Ophelia is juggling the tree tops and spreading leaves across empty Northumbrian fields. The summer is long gone. A daily photographic diary is a striking reminder of how the landscape changes from the lush greens of summer to an autumnal palette in the blink of an eye. It is also a reminder of the places I have been when the sun was at its highest:
… Vulcan XJ 823 and the Scrambler at Carlisle Airport – the latter on its way for a first MOT
… the Scrambler, back at Crindledykes on new rubber – Michelin Anakees
… country roads, take me home – the Scrambler above Henshaw.
… to Carter Bar via Carlisle and Hawick – 134 miles
… ‘Skid Risk’ – actually a racing certainty with steep gradients and hairpins.
… Portobello, near Edinburgh – long ride on the Tracer to meet eldest son at The Beach House Cafe.
… to Sunny Corner, Carrshield
… The Monster of Plenmeller
… back roads near Simonburn, Northumberland
… Keep Out would be more succinct – RAF Spadeadam
… Parkgates above Allendale
… A Bridge too Far meets The Great Escape – Whygate, near Stonehaugh
… Autumn, its light and colours, is arriving fast.
As the year turns, the bikes will spend longer in the garage, as will the golf clubs. It is time to make some serious progress on the sequel to Golf in the Wild – a bit like a 2nd LP, I am finding the follow-up much harder going 🙂
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There were times, on our SolarEclipseRoadTrip in August, when I thought having/riding a motorcycle would be nice: I could so easily have stopped by the wayside and taken pictures. Travelling by car, there was rarely a safe opportunity.
Much to be said for two wheels and the open air, Pit. There is a sense of freedom and connection with the landscape that is missing from four wheels, Hope all is well with you and yours.
All is well here. Thanks for asking.
I agree on two wheels and open air. I enjoy that on my bicycles.
A bike for all seasons and the turn of the year – nice track too, Robin – a good dose of autumn tristesse.
Many thanks, Tish – you can never have too many motorbikes 🙂
that is great to see… it is not just a photo it is a memory, a story or an adventure… I’m a little sad that my short adventure as a biker girl brought me only to a police station and 2 times to er (and it was even the same so no variety)… I’m probably not well balanced enough to ride on two wheels ;O)
Many thanks – shame about your exploits on two wheels – I think you have earned your biker girl stripes 😉
more than one ;o) and the brand mark on my leg is like a medal ;o)
Such freedom these images invoke. But there comes a time to rest. The second book is always tougher than the first. I know this all too well.
There is nothing like the sense of freedom you get on two wheels – why this should be so markedly different from four is hard to explain. Re second book syndrome, I guess we put too much of ourselves into the first. Rekindling that enthusiasm and inventiveness seems to be a struggle but, persistence is all.
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