No more desire

This morning the 're' dropped off my (t)rusty old van. So now I can call it Desi. A far more appropriate name for a grass cutting-filled workhorse.

'Desire', on the other hand, would have perfectly suited the gleeming Hartley Davidson I saw in Kirkwall yesterday. Though I couldn't hear their words, I imagine that was the emotion felt by the 2 people gazing at its spotless cream paintwork. I would have liked a photo, but I felt I'd be intruding!