Harleys

We got up at stupid o'clock this morning to watch and photograph Henry getting two awards at his football training. After that was over, we needed to warm up and get breakfast, so just as the sun was coming out for the first time today, we headed for the town centre for a roaring good feed. During the breakfast a real roaring sound was heard outside - the guttural sound of scores of Harleys being parked all along the main drag.
It turned out that the Nene Valley Chapter of Hells Angels pitched up to display their magnificent Hogs and collect money for the local Hospice - something they do every year.
All that gleaming machinery in the bright sushine was eventually too much for me, and I had to come home for a cold shower