he became the special man...

I took the album cover to my mums hairdressers 

on our local estate and asked him to do my hair just like that...

My hair ended up dyed blond at the front graduated back...

I went home got my platform shoes (I'd hand painted), black high waisted oxfords and a white cheese cloth shirt and hit the town at lunchtime.

Peterborough town centre

People just stopped and stared, I got called a queer, haha

and then just outside our hip pub, 'The Bull Hotel' I met another 'ladd'

he had dyed his hair green...

after that there was no stopping us, the girls loved it,

even the eye make up I bought in Boots...

what a difference a day makes...

Friday

 

Joshua tree

Sunday

white stuff  

grey stuff

 try hard enough... 

you can fill your boots...

bollocks

The sun came out and we went for a ride 

and Mr Plod was waiting to fuck our day up

We blasted by totally unaware and after our little outing 

I posted 'sun is shining' on the first sunny day of March.

Where the road can sometimes take you...

I took the bitch inland for a change with no route planned

and a village name nudged memories of the past today...

we passed a sign for a local farm,  

and turned around, like fonda did in the end of that movie...

no rednecks here though, just a lovely farmhouse...

After the great war, I'm told that my grandfather and his brother 

owned three farms in this area... 

I found the other two farms a long time ago, I think this is the other one.

A story was he went bust and his brother died after falling under a cart ...

I also heard that wasn't so, that he had debt and sold up...

He and my gran moved to Boston (Lincs) and ran The Indian Queen Hotel...

Funny where the road can sometimes take you...

sun is shining and the patina of coastal life...

 carb and air filter off, to fit a large .295 intermediate jet...

maybe she will start easier - and keep running...

 rust never sleeps on the coast...

maybe less than twenty kicks... 

Kurust time...

she fired on two and took eight to run...

 brushes on blue... 

so I got my gear and... then she wouldn't start again...

and dries black...  

finally a lovely ride in the first sun of March...

rust and pitted alloy - the patina of coastal life