The old Tavern Keeper is on his steed and travelling.
February has seen me quietly dealing with the daily customers and preparing, packing and planning. Today, in an hour, I am off up-state, across the seas and tackling the teeming metropolis of Melbourne, the sinful city on the Big Island to the North wherein lives my beloved son in whom I am well pleased.
The smell of Avgas and the sounds of freedom call me to the Avalon Airshow. I have been eagerly looking forward.
So, little from me for a few weeks more.
I shall take many photos.
The Tavern is in good hands. The Ale will continue to flow.
Drop by: have a pint or two.