The Original Great Southern Brevet

Friday 27 January 2012

Late night in the Hakataramea

Well the plan was simple, one last push for the line and knock the bastard off.

Things looked good for awhile apart from a pesky headwind. Of course the headwind would soon be a distant memory as the front unleashed its full weight.

A gentle reminder, like it was needed

Crickey, even time for a picnic

Spokes? How many do you need? 32 -8 = ?

The last gate!

A wet but happy Jasper

Are you sure? I thought the church we started at was Anglican?

Please wake me up from this, I dreamt I was cold, wet and tired

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