Today I rode a penny-farthing, and not for the first time. I rode through the grounds of Boys High, taking care not to squash tiny Highland dancers with their plumes and jaunty ways. Stall-holders from the Farmers' Market scattered as I ploughed through the quad and my wife bit her lip, resisting the urge to chide, least I lose my balance and fall from the sky.
Here's a photo of me not riding a penny-farthing.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
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Fabulous photo Rob,sounds like agreat day!.Dusty has a stay of execution,Tuesday now, Stu wants it close to Anzac day, after the peaceful end we are going to little kaitere to be sad but glad for little dusty.I get to have one more night with on my bed at Stus.Tired now so talk soon nite nitexxx
We are thinking of Lil' Dusty!
Kaiterere will be nice. I'm imagining the peaceful swish of the waves there...
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