What biker can resist the high passes
In the clouds
By the icy glaciers
The winding roads up the mountain passes
The cobble stoned old San Gotthard pass my favourite of all
Crowned with its mountain eagle monument
And on a clear day the lakes, an amazing blue, pay tribute to the sky above them.
A river of wine I saw
As I looked through the cellar door
Where’s my cup?
Where’s a straw?
Or should I lick it from the cellar floor!
Tahbilk winery in the Goulburn Valley region of Victoria is like stepping back in time.
One of Australia’s oldest wine producers.
A nice ride through the hills to get there.
Alone or in company.
Wild Horses Kosciuszko National Park
Remote from the noise and the bustle
In the bush with the wild horses
In the wilderness
On a mountain top camp
On the coast
The golden sandy beach
Stretching to the horizon
Finding special places
Where human activity and nature blend
Winding along the roads less travelled
Finding the wild things
An Aussie beach northern NSW
The emblamtic difference between Europe and Australia is the long white sandy beach
With little or no trace of humans
It really can only happen in Australia
And on a warm spring day the whales can be seen off shore breaching and blowing
Smashing their huge trident tails into the water as swim south to Antarctica for summer.
Sunset mid west NSW
The space is overwhelming
Riding nearly 1000 km in a day, on small back roads with little traffic.
The big purple sunset across the open paddocks
But the cherry blossom at Young in the southern highlands a reminder that there is so much of Europe transported here.
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind blow always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rains fall soft upon your fields
Until we meet again
So goes the old Irish Blessing.
Ireland, the soft green place of damp air, great learning, amazing friendliness and intense struggle
Monument to Irish immigrants
The Irish diaspora spread all around the world
The contrasts of Ireland so stark
From the halls of Trinity College
To the murals that are are a record of the troubles found in Derry
And of course the contrast is an actual divide
The north and the south, the Republic and the British
Can this divide be overcome?
People of good will can achieve anything
Peace statue Derry
And on the border of Derry and Donegal bikers from both of the border come together to raise funds for a lifeboat in a little village in the Republic
Mizen Head is the most southern most point of mainland Ireland
As good as place as any to start the Wild Atlantic Way
They even give you a starting line
The route winds up the west coast
Through foggy Irish mist
Over mountains with wonderous views
Mountains where Irish legends such as Finn Mc Cool sat.
A coast where there are fishing villages both small
With cliffs towering out of the sea
Relics of stone age and Celtic history dating back 5000 years
Quintessential Irish pubs
And then at the end
After 6 days of challenging riding
At Malin Head the most northern point of mainland Ireland
They provide a finish line
It was a misty night
As the ferry left Cherbourg
The next day the emerald isle.
My forebares left on an immigrant ship
More than 140 years ago
Driven out by desperation and hunger
And I’m on the car ferry from France
During the night the sky cleared and moon cast her silver light upon the sea
And at Rosslare the sun was shining it’s welcome.
The Irish on board were talking about how good it was to be back home
Its not my home but the blue blue sea and the emerald hills sure tug at the heart strings
Jutting out into the Atlantic
Brittany has much in common with the Celtic cousins in Cornwall and Ireland
The quaint seaside ports also along the coastline
Reflecting the Brittany’s place as Frances finisterre (lands end)
Brest it’s major city
With its ancient citadel apon the hill
A long maritime history
And beautiful beaches
From Riquewihr it’s into the mountains again
Over the Col de la Schlucht
It was to be an eventful trip
Partly by truck
But all life is a learning
I take the by roads rather than the motorways
It has its risks but many rewards
Such as the entrance to the old city in Parthaney
The picturesque Vouvant
Or the amazing boulders at le Rocher Blanant
And onto the little coastal harbours of Brittany
By Brest in Brittany I realised nearly 10,000 km of mainly mountain riding had taken its toll on the front tyre
The left hand side had totally worn out.
But it was holiday time in France.
The Moto Guzzi dealer was shut for holidays.
The big parts store had a tyre but the mechanic was on holidays.
I was searching my phone to find another store
Then divine intervention
This young lady comes out of the store and says “follow me”
Who was I to argue as she climbed onto he Kwaka 1000.
She let me around the back streets of Brest to the Kawasaki dealer
The only shop that was open over the holiday period.
It was kisses all around. A bit of quick French I didn’t understand
Then I was told to take the bike into the workshop and choose the tyre I wanted.
Had to have the pirelli angel to match the divine intervention