My noble steed, Rocinante. With 50cc of raw power she can top 30mph on a good day, going downhill, with a favourable tailwind. She'll be my trusty companion on the slow pilgrimage - an ideal companion, since she's built for the right kind of speed.
We've been together for a few years now and covered quite a lot of ground, near and far, in that time, but nothing remotely like this meandering trek. But I'm confident in her! Confident she'll take me to Assisi and back or die trying. Quite possibly the latter.
As you probably know, I borrowed the name Rocinante from Don Quixote; it's the name he gave his bony nag after madness fried his brains and began to see it as a mighty warhorse. The original Rocinante was longsuffering but loyal, which seems about right.
This makes me remember Gertrude. Do you remember that trusty steed?
ReplyDelete(I'm reading your posts to Hew as he harvests rhubarb for the shop. We are enjoying them.)
Ah, 'Anonymous', I think you may have said just enough for me to work out who you are ... Yes, I remember Gertrude well, and Rocinante is definitely in the same class!
DeleteHi Chris, Mark Ingram here, the Urban Monk in Kettering,looking forward to following your journey and will be praying for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mark. Grateful for your monastic blessings! Look forward to seeing you sometime after I get back.
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