Saying goodbye to my 78 year old father as he rides back to Nambucca Heads.
He was in a happy mood despite it being under 10 degrees. He had packed those saddle bags full of fresh venison to take home for his golfing mates.
I am so proud of a father, who at 78 is still riding his motor bike on long trips, to go fishing and to visit his mates (and the fish) on remote properties. He is not afraid of the rain or the cold and can (and does) still climb to the roof of a shed on cross beams and wall posts. He can still lift and carry more than I can and gives more than he receives. He plays golf, watches the cricket and reads his bible. He still fishes in places that require a rope and good bit of climbing to access!