Adventures? God's bottom! Of course I've had adventures, I used to seek them out - before realising that putting salt and pepper on a curry was to miss the point. Now I find that adventure is inevitable, inescapable, and I simply try and survive it. It's merely a matter of scale. Where once I needed to be risking life and limb in the most obvious manner possible, I now find that with vertebrae like a stack of broken biscuits, a walk down the garden to the compost heap involves the risk of only making it to the bottom of the garden, to join the mouldering weeds and rotting apples of last Autumn in a heaming screap. That's adventure for you. That's bloody adventure. I've spent much of 2014 on my back, gazing at the foulness of a Yorkshire winter through the skylight above my bed, and thinking I wasn't missing much, but I've been up on my hind legs for a few weeks now. I'm doing the exercises, I can walk for nearly an hour, and the swallows are back in my valley. So - what next. Outside the kitchen door my '78 BMW R100 RS sits, it's clock ticking off yet another year, during which I've been out on it two or three times, and though I love it with a passion more than common, or because of it, I know it's getting bored with me. Horizons are a funny thing, I'm learning that. It's not something you learn from books. I visit an old guy in a care home, who travels from his room to a lounge down a short corridor, and then back. He used to be Chief Engineer on an oil tanker so vast that the crew used bicycles to get around. The world was his to roam as Texaco directed, now his walking frame enables voyages measured in yards. And it's the lucky ones that get old, I've known many good ones that won't. There's a lesson for me here, and in order to learn it, I went to Ebay. Abandoning dreams of riding the RS to Andalucia, I've come down a few cc's, and a few miles, and plan on exploring the smaller roads around the Yorkshire Dales, the Lake District and Morecambe Bay on a Yamaha XT 350. The trailer I built for my last journey to Andalucia will accompany me to Hampshire in a couple of days time, carrying back my new purchase, and just like the old days, another for spares. I'll likely need some help with an unfamiliar machine, and hope to find it here. I'll let you know how I get on. Sunbeem.