Got in from work today a bit early. Grabbed Mrs G and the keys to the Zed and headed up onto Bodmin Moor for a stroll before supper. What a beautiful evening it was. We walked a couple of miles up to the Cheese Ring and back. Returning passed the stone circles, just as the sun was setting over Siblyback lake.
As we set off for the drive to the far side of Bodmin, the stars were pushing through the darkening blue hue of the evening sky. A bright crescent moon, cutting an ark like a winking cats eye, following our every move, as we sped across the empty moorland roads. The S54's glorious engine note bouncing from each hard Granite stone, as we threaded our way between the walls and across the trembling cattle grids to one of our favoured pubs.
After a delicious meal Turkey and Ham Pie for me, we headed out once more into the cold night air, each breath leaving a tale tale mist as the roof lowered and the seats warmed. Mrs G tucked up in the passenger seat and gloves on, we set off for the 20 mile drive home. The night sky now pitch black and vast above the shifting angles of the Zed as we pitched tyres against cool tarmac, scything past shadowy hedge rows Zenons casting a glancing beam on the next apex, as we made our way back across the moor. Then, eye's still wide, we pulled up out side our little home, tucked up the Zed, pulled down the garage door and headed inside. The gentle ticking of a cooling Z4, accompanying our assent of the front steps. There's only one word to describe a drive like this evening.
Perfect.
As we set off for the drive to the far side of Bodmin, the stars were pushing through the darkening blue hue of the evening sky. A bright crescent moon, cutting an ark like a winking cats eye, following our every move, as we sped across the empty moorland roads. The S54's glorious engine note bouncing from each hard Granite stone, as we threaded our way between the walls and across the trembling cattle grids to one of our favoured pubs.
After a delicious meal Turkey and Ham Pie for me, we headed out once more into the cold night air, each breath leaving a tale tale mist as the roof lowered and the seats warmed. Mrs G tucked up in the passenger seat and gloves on, we set off for the 20 mile drive home. The night sky now pitch black and vast above the shifting angles of the Zed as we pitched tyres against cool tarmac, scything past shadowy hedge rows Zenons casting a glancing beam on the next apex, as we made our way back across the moor. Then, eye's still wide, we pulled up out side our little home, tucked up the Zed, pulled down the garage door and headed inside. The gentle ticking of a cooling Z4, accompanying our assent of the front steps. There's only one word to describe a drive like this evening.
Perfect.
