It was a long journey. Years. Plenty of times when you weren’t paying attention, and I knew you were thinking out the myriad individual problems and discouragements involved in such a project. I admire the way you tackled them, one at a time, never downcast for long, always fired by optimism, determined and confident that this could be done, this enormous challenge.
You bought little more than a steel skeleton rusting in a paddock, and now it is a bus again, sometimes carrying people on joyrides, always bringing them joy.
Rainbow gold is such an individual thing.
Now – what’s next?
There are those who will know the inspiration for this particular story....