The canals wind like watery snakes across the English countryside
The narrow boats once work horses now leisure craft
Wending their way across the country side
Marvels of engineering the locks using the power of water to life the boats, their crew and in times past heavy cargo over hill.
I’m back in the English midlands staying in the pretty canal town of stone.
Staying with friends
Getting the mighty breva II ready for chapter 3 of my European adventure.
I’m saying goodbye to the Melbourne winter
Cold old Melbourne winter
Windy cold icy Melbourne winter
Still cold Melbourne winter where the weak sun warms the skin but not the bones.
My home town
In many ways a beauty by the bay
She sparkles at night
And by some standards its not as cold as others suffer
You can even ride your motorbike.
But when the icy rain falls from the grey skies
Its time for this adventurer to give his goodbyes.
Welcome me the warm arms of Europa.
Chapter 3 of my European motorcycle adventure is about to begin.
