Gimme the key to the highway

At long last... the weather's good - no thunderstorms forecast for today - so time to get on my motorbike and R I D E. Out into South Mazovia, where I'm minded as to where my soul is from.

Having a base in Jakubowizna is a Godsend. I don't need to worry about threading my way through traffic on Puławska or through stop-start Piaseczno - half an hour of riding through boring suburbs and exurbs - I roll out of my place, and straight out onto open, empty, country roads.

Below: the Pilica river has burst its banks. This is about a kilometre upstream from its confluence with the Vistula. The drought is over.

Orchard shrine; the Marian month of May and Corpus Christi are now behind us, but the wayside altars and shrines are still decorated.

Below: orchards and a big tank.

Below: crossing the Pilica; could be anywhere in the southern U.S.A.; the Deep South of Mazovia.

 

"I got the key to the highway, billed out and bound to go,

I'm gonna leave here runnin', because walkin' is much too slow"

- Charlie Segar, 1940

Below: but this is clearly Europe - the market square of Warka...

Below: Warka under a Mediterranean sky. The road leads west out into the orchards, following the Pilica towards Nowe Miasto.

This time last year: 

Jakubowizna in high summer

This time three years ago:

Unusual sights on the tracks

This time four years ago:

Brexit - it was new-EU immigration that swung it

This time five years ago:
Still flying after all these years

This time six years ago
Yorkshire's smallest city

This time seven years ago:
Cramp in the night

This time eight years ago:
Football goes home

This time nine years ago:
Birds of Omen

This time ten years ago:
Yes, it does matter who you vote for

This time 11 years ago:
Poland could do with some more mountains

This time 12 years ago:
Warmth of the Sun - the Beach Boys and Noctilucence

This time 13 years ago:
Polish roads that look like America