Painting the roof all weekend has left my body sore and twisted, so I thought a wee jaunt on the Stooge might be in order. Must say! I went further than I thought I would. Up the road, 19th, grunter, "is that a Jones?" - took me a sec of processing to realise the implications, "oh, ah, no. It's a Stooge." From which followed a conversation. Interesting stuff, and I recognised her, but not him...
Up onto Thompson's both, and return on both. Very nice. Then around the jumpies and down across the rabbit paddock to the sunset seat. Chat with Doug and a There Will Be Signs, my favourite beer this year. A glorious pause of just stretching and easing out of the day. Suddenly realised the sun was getting pretty low, so climbed back out across the paddock and dived on into the pines'n'gums, lovely flow all the way out to the gate.
Then it was dropping in time into the new home trail. Love it. Getting to know it now and carrying speed thru sections I previously slowed on. Sweet, carrying the buzz through the glorious sunset light and surprised to see it gone as I did the clamber home
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