I've got that end of term feeling. Last day's riding tomorrow, it's going to feel very different not grappling with the bike all day. Left Swanage this morning, and promptly stopped at an old fashioned garage with a very pretty Series One Land Rover parked outside. One of the guys had been reading about me in Trail Bike magazine not ten minutes before, so was a bit gobsmacked when I tipped up.
Dorset was lovely in the sunshine, but scores quite high on the Smugometer. A little bit too manicured, but was saved by the cheery sight of a troop of Scimitar tanks preparing to fire at Lulworth ranges. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, broken by a stop at a fantastic oak furniture showroom near Exmouth, a game I dabble in occasionally myself... really nice people as well. I have ended up staying near Teignmouth in a place that you couldn't make up. It's a former wheelwrights, then an undertakers and coffin makers, bits date back to the seventeenth century in an oak and cob kind of way. You can feel at home in your motorcycle boots, but it's warm and snug. Enough room for the biggest collection of dirt bikes I've seen for a while, including a couple inside well. This is, like the place in Edinburgh, a time warp jammed into the middle of nowhere. It's even got the old sawmill buildings. Marvellous.
Well, I'll blog a bit more tomorrow, and then we'll see how it goes. I feel a book coming on.
Photos from day 29.
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