My first motor bike!

Yes, it is me. About a half a centaury ago. Well it feels that long. It is that long! It is that long! Jings.

I had a summer job sheering sheep. I probably smelled quite a lot. 

I was skinny then, in my forties far less so but am heading back to skinny again but happily without that purple nylon vest. I doubt a sheep will ever be sheared by me again although it came close this year as the guy that had pet sheep in our field was making a botch of it, I was so tempted to jump in and show him the way it needs to be done. Funny some things you learn never leave you. 

I think I have wrangled all of the images from my failed hard drives possible unless I can get deeper forensic software.