So it's cheerio Wales, it was fun while it lasted...
So we left Llandudno at eight, full of eggs donated by the farmer whose
campsite we stayed on. Then a quick whizz through Liverpool, sorry about
Birkenhead, another time maybe. These cities are real sods to get through
when you're on a mission, and Blackpool was no exception. As a British
tank commander wrote to a brother officer shortly after the WW2 Ardennes
offensive by the Germans, "my dear chap, the noise! And the people!"
No, I'm a real country mouse, and anyway empty country roads are more
conducive to giving a motorcycle a proper ragging, anyway... Suitably
egged on by my trusty sidekick, Gerald and his shiny new BMW1200, that is.
I'll try and write some more tomorrow, as frankly I'm shattered after a
twelve hour, 270 mile day. We are staying with Barbara and Dave, just north
of Windscale, Sellafield, or whatever it's now called. Also, I'll bung on
some more photos when I get some signal. Very easy taking pics in the
blazing sun - 22 degrees today, phew! Tara for now folks, keep that cash
rolling in, and forward the site to anyone you think might like my unique
brand of nonsense.
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