Sunday, February 10, 2013

An afternoon ride

I was going to service my bike this afternoon in preparation for an over-night ride tomorrow up the east coast.  However I did not feel the desire to go.  Rather I am enjoying going nowhere, having no schedule, and just being a local for two weeks.  As per today when I did a favour by towing some earth moving machinary a good distance, driving alone and dressed in a flannelette shirt, just one more local farmer.  Later I was to be seen fish-tailing violently with the thing on a narrow gravel road, but that's another story that will need a tractor to fix.  So, rather than service my motorcycle I decided to ride The Channel Highway again - the road that follows the coast line below Nicholls Rivulet.

I have been 'cutting a pace' all week, but beginning from today I will move into cruise mode, winding through the corners gently and taking in the scene and the air.

Below is the view across my old primary and high school and over the town of Cygnet.  I could say that Flame Trees was playing on the record player in my mind however there is much change, much pace, and much moved out of place.  This is all for the better.  It means more jobs, including more interesting jobs.  But it also means less mullets.  To me, the sort of young man who, when I lived here, played jazz and read poetry when I wasn't losing myself in the bush, and who had no taste for the brutality that can be normal among small town boys, this makes the place so much more livable and attractive.   

In the evening I sat in the spa which Dad has set up out on the front lawn, looking over the mountains.  I drank and watched the wallabies feed.

1 comment:

  1. I love the pictures by the ocean. Sometimes it is just the right thing to go with the flow, and not make plans. Can a day get any better than ending up in a spa with a drink and entertainment?