OHHHH, sweet dreams of classic XL350s, the smell of petrol and rubber before breakfast.
Hugging Cloud9 despite all the scrambling of the crew around him....gitupp, Councillor, or we'll have to drag yer arse through some flax-bushes
Brooding morning skies paint the coast...
while checking out the prize-winning abode of the neighbours....
...before it's down that narrow, private road to the gate on the main road again, leaving PARADISE with a heavy heart!
...made much better by some sensational "Ix Binny" at the Peppers Cafe in Wellsford after loosening up through some early morning sweepers.
No surprise he's grinning!!
Anyone took that fruit + birdseed slop ? Schtiff shit!!
The morning's wanderings...
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