… 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 🙂