Gone midnight, and I've managed to fit in a serious oversleep, a 300 mile ride in showers and sun, and a large dinner with a bunch of people who project manage dismantling the original oil platforms of the Brent oil fields. More productive than wind turbines I'll warrant - the idle beasts were taking a break this morning as I rode past. Funny how they only work in the wind, ain't it?
Hurtling down the A90 to Aberdeen I had a bad moment when the bike lost all drive - thought the chain had busted. Me, call out the AA? Well, possibly not the motoring organisation, ha ha. Turned out it had stretched so much it had jumped off, but without damage. Weird, never had that happen before. So I nailed it back together and pressed on to my lovely hosts, Alan, Jane and Vanessa, who have filled me right up with quality food and drink and entertained me royally! Thank you, and also a big TA to Eric and Murray, lovely boys and brilliant hosts. Take it easy with that big ol' beasty in the woods, you hear me? And good luck with the extreme enduros, Eric.
Time for bed, campers.
Photos from day 18.
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