What a Lovely Day

This time last year we were enjoying our UK adventure on Olga.  I sat a re-read my blog posts from the trip on Saturday night and it brought back some wonderful memories.  I’m so jealous of all our friends that have made the trip to Europe this year, but it is lovely that they are having their turn.

However, we still had a lovely day out on Olga here.

Yesterday we had nothing planned so I made a lemon drizzle cake (I was on a roll) and we hopped on Olga and went to visit some friends  in town for morning tea.  I love it that you can take a cake along with a sidecar.

We sat around and chatted and then Mick took our mate for his first ride of a sidecar and then his wife for her first ride in a sidecar and they both enjoyed it, as we expected.

By now it was after lunch time, but as it was a lovely day we took a little detour home via a big loop of minor roads.

You know the roads are fairly minor when they have a cattle grid and gate.

Down to the pretty Winburndale Rivulet.

Can you see how high the debris is in the trees to the right of the photo below.  The river must have been fairly roaring as it came down here in flood at the beginning of the year.

Here comes Mick on Olga.

The river was babbling along very nicely and was lovely and clear.

The iconic row of rustic old mail boxes.

Tumble down shed.

The clouds were gathering in the east.  We would like them to head a bit further west, as it has apparently been the driest May since the 1850s.  Drier even than during the recent long drought.  Unfortunately, if you looked the other way it was still nice and blue.

More mail boxes, although some aren’t quite as rustic in this row.

These ones were rather upmarket, being properly sign written.

How does this little building look as a handyman’s delight?

On closer inspection there is just a tad too much work to do.

Back onto the open plains and pointing in the direction of home on those distant hills.

I hate this road on a solo bike as the surface is so loose and skatey.  I don’t even like driving on it in a car, but Olga just took it in her stride.

I love it when there is grass in the middle of the road – that is really minor.

Then we popped out onto the main road and back home.  Our quick trip to town ended up taking about 5 hours and about 120kms. 

As I’ve said before, we are not very good at staying home.