Good Morning Ladies

Every so often I warm the bikes through especially if they have been standing for awhile.
On turning the key the needles sweep from left to right.A short press on the little red starter button and they quiver into life and quickly settle down to a deep and satisfying rumble from the exhausts.As they warm up the smell of the GT85 mingles with the fumes from combusting natures finest E5 to produce a perfume that no French Perfumery could ever match.On these dark winter mornings the memories of early morning summer rides and a full english breakfast and the hope of more to come keep me going.

Only a few jobs on the nursery today including spraying and clearing pallets out of the way ready for transplanting.

Drizzly rain first thing followed by a nice day.