Wither the Weather: Larks and the Bluebells in Springtime
Your correspondent, so far the only of the bicyclists to remain in Tasmania all of the winter, can confidently say that last Sunday it was "as cold as buggery". Pell will know what that means.
When the cold winds of discontent and accusation descend on the lonely man, the only way to warm up the cockles is a bike ride to Mona.
And [I know, never start a sentence with a preposition] that is exactly what Larky, Porter and your correspondent did on the 1st July 2017.
Larkey's strategy of holding off taking collection, and paying, for his new bike paid dividends. The masters of his fate offered a $150 off deal, just 'if you will just pick the bloody thing up and take it away'.
So it was a colourful scene along the bike track. Porter in Red, Larkey in Blue, Kimber in White - something of a flag waving exercise, in readiness for the celebrations of the French Republic (the tricolour).
So, as we entered MONA for the cuppa, the thermometer was just rising above zero. We sat calmly and explored politics, religion, physical and mental health, the baggage retrieval system at Heathrow, and other significant issues, and then 'let' Larkey beat us back to Hobart.
The rains have come (said Hanrahan) since Sunday last, and we hope the weather will be warmer - otherwise I can see some disgruntlement and lack of enthusiasm come the next due ride.
Plans: up the Bonnet Hill for the simplicity of it.
Over and out.
When the cold winds of discontent and accusation descend on the lonely man, the only way to warm up the cockles is a bike ride to Mona.
And [I know, never start a sentence with a preposition] that is exactly what Larky, Porter and your correspondent did on the 1st July 2017.
Larkey's strategy of holding off taking collection, and paying, for his new bike paid dividends. The masters of his fate offered a $150 off deal, just 'if you will just pick the bloody thing up and take it away'.
So it was a colourful scene along the bike track. Porter in Red, Larkey in Blue, Kimber in White - something of a flag waving exercise, in readiness for the celebrations of the French Republic (the tricolour).
So, as we entered MONA for the cuppa, the thermometer was just rising above zero. We sat calmly and explored politics, religion, physical and mental health, the baggage retrieval system at Heathrow, and other significant issues, and then 'let' Larkey beat us back to Hobart.
The rains have come (said Hanrahan) since Sunday last, and we hope the weather will be warmer - otherwise I can see some disgruntlement and lack of enthusiasm come the next due ride.
Plans: up the Bonnet Hill for the simplicity of it.
Over and out.
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