The Bicyclists

Winter is here. 1st June and the pigeons have flown to northern regions. Fitz has taken his long silently suffering to France, where they will again be allowed to speak of the many secret things between couples.  Tony has packed his pedal bike, and shipped it to Germany, where he will tour the lowlands with his daughter, protected by accompanying Karen in the BMW or Mercedes tour vehicle. But whilst some fly way Peter, fly away Paul, others drive themselves back to Hobart from autumn holidays. Larkey returned after the very successful Saint Hill - Man Alive  release in Melbourne: see and listen to clips: Cut and paste into your browser):  https://sainthill.bandcamp.com/album/man-alive With strains of the famous Robert Smith band "The Cure", along with the eponymous Robert Zimmerman, the Saint Hill rendezvous with musical fame is upon us. Larkey will be truly living off the earnings! His retirement from invigilating will be complete. Porter was his reliable self, wi

Petra to Shag Bay: the true story! With the Marples all married off to the Windsor, and Red Hair again in fashion, it was an ideal day this Sunday (20 May 2018) to travel to the sunny side and explore the northern side of the bridge. At stages the travel was slow going, but the end product was quite a long ride, with sufficient stops and entertainments to make it feel relatively relaxed. The Glenorchy - Casino (why don't they get their own?) walk/run day was on, so there was doubt about whether we would be blocked trying to cross the bridge. With an agreed start at Montague Bay of 10am, Porter and Fitz took the car option, and parked near Rose Bay. Kimber being uncertain about damage to the limo by poking his bike in the boot, rode over from Nixon St.  By 0915 hrs the Royal wedding had been swept aside like last night's rubbish in the street, and people were back egocentrically exploring their own world. No wind, 11 degrees, and a great wash of humanity tr