Down to Earth ?

Never think for one minute that friends in Northern Europe are holiday friendships. That is not what we did. A stranger may be a friend you are meeting for the first time. Be aware of this always. Last year I made a journey of a lifetime, and met wonderful people along the way. The thing is, I went back! 2 Months is long enough to learn an area and get a feel for a culture, and to develop relationships further. I joined the MC club. Correction. Friends joined me up! They didn't have to do that, but they did. It is a wonderful gift to be treasured. I have a second home. A club house where I belong, and roads I love to ride my bike down with friends. Will I move to Sweden? Eventuelt. I love the country very much. Not now anyway though, and who can tell what the future holds for us all. Life is what hits you around the back of the head while you are making plans. I can see my next year ahead of me all being well, and that is in England. Is that a hardship? Not at all. Old Friends and family. Familiar places. A typical English country pub that will have a fantastic log fire going in the middle of winter. A fire to sit around and tell stories. To catch up on news, and to make plans.


Am I going back? Oh yes, and it puts a big smile on my face thinking of it. Saturday evening last week and the gang 'phoned from their weekend traffen. All having a wonderful time by the sound of it. Thanks for the call guys. See you soon.


What of Mum? Forgive an old hairy biker a little sentimentality please. I promise to use my heated grips sparingly, never to moan about the weather, and to do my best to keep both wheels on the black stuff at all times. She is never coming back, but I carry her in my heart, always. It's time to move on.

What of Vatta? I could say that he has been the silent partner in this years adventure. Maybe I have written in such a way as to imply that he has been hiding away, healing quietly as I took charge and looked after him. Is that true? No. Not at all. Who did you meet when we were all getting drunk and partying hard at the weekends? Who did you meet when we sang The Streets of London at four in the morning? If you looked in your wing mirrors and Elsa was virtually flat on the road coming out of a corner riding hard behind you, who was at the controls? Seen any chaos? I can be organised and sensible, adult, but sorry, not this summer. The thing is, if I ever get him completely under control, it would be a sad day indeed.

It's important to be a child sometimes.