morpeth harley

A short ride to a little village that clings to its history today. There outside the bakery I met "Harley rider" Paul. He was a nice guy, aged 57  and a long term public housing tenant. But he saved up to buy his 1997 Wide Glide, paid cash then put it in his shed until he got his Learners and then Provisional licenses on a smaller bike until he was qualified to ride his 1300 plus cc Harley. He talked about riding every weekend to the bakery or deli across the road. He was a happy Harley rider. 
Afterwards, I found the church of the Immaculate Conception, on the she colours as my Royal!


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