One of our office colleagues is off with her husband on a seven month trip around Australia by caravan, joining what is known locally as the “Grey Nomads”: people of  retirement age who roam the country in RVs or with caravans or campervans.  Australia is a terrific place to do that.

Anyway we had a little gathering yesterday to see her off and wish her well at which it was casually mentioned that Monday was a holiday.  Labour Day in WA.  Surprise to me.  My first thought was “Damn, if I had known I could have planned something”.  But my bike is on its way to Sydney, and I have to sort out and pack the necessities for the trip, as well as do the usual housework and laundry.  A short week will be well received anyway.

Even though there were times I did not ride the bike for a couple of weeks at a time, now that it is gone and I have no option,  there is a little empty spot that niggles now and then.  I miss my bike.

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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