Mileage today, 90, total, about 800. Day six.
This morning was spent dishing out calling cards and blagging support from
customers of the BMW Off-Road school and right next door, Touratech, who
basically make trick accessories for motor bikes, as in things like
footrests hand whittled from solid unobtanium by Bavarian troglodytes. I
succumbed to a windscreen extension for the Yamaha just to direct the wind
and rain over my head a bit more. Cheers Craig, join the army of people to
have done me a favour, stars all.
I'm writing this sitting on a terrace with a fabulous view of Sandersfoot,
near Tenby, South Wales, having ridden down from The Place With Hardly Any Vowels via Swansea and Llanelli. Weather still good. Stopped off for petrol
and for no good reason used my business debit card. Problem. Phone calls
revealed that some scumbag has been merrily emptying my account while I've
been away, and I won't be back for at least three weeks to sort it out. So
thanks for that, lowlife.
On a more positive note, it's lovely being away from the crowded bits of the
south Wales coast and back in countryside my natural environment really, or
rilly as we would say back home. Bye for now.
[More pictures coming soon - Ed.]
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