The End

I don’t think I shall be owning another bike.

This may be my last entry in this blog. It is well over a year since the last one.  My arthritis is worse.  I also have spondylosis of the spine.  I suspect there will be no more riding.

When Steve rode away on the Silver Lady I thought to myself that by the time he has completed the journey back to Perth, he will want to own that bike.  She’s a beauty.

Sure enough, after a period of not being able to sell her, he made me an offer.  It was less than half of what I paid, but I was not in a position to quibble.  At that time I believed I might soon be unemployed, due to funding cuts, and I had committed to buying a used Landcruiser, a series 80, with which to carry off my stuff and depart Halls Creek.

As it turns out, my position was defunded, but I was offered another and so I am still here.  With a Landcruiser I barely use, having the use of the work troopy.  But that is another story.

Anyway Steve has just posted a picture of my – now his – bike.  He has customised her to his own taste.  She looks pretty.  But then she always did.

It is difficult to see the one you love with another.  but I should be used to that by now.

I thought a photo of her might be a good way to close off this blog.



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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