Putting the T in Coast Rider (Glad there is one or that title would have fallen flat)

I've spent the last two days trying to cram all my gear into the panniers and top box. Can't be done, unless I just sleep under a bivvy sheet in all my clothes and no sleeping bag. So I've had to put on another bag at the back of the seat, which contains the vital brew kit and tools, amongst other things I completely forgot. Like a pair of shoes, doh!

Best discovery of the week? Squeezy tubes of condensed milk, thought you couldn't get it any more. I have fond memories of getting it in old style military compo rations, happy days, and extremely happy days for a long succession of dentists, too. Damn, that stuff is sweet! But it makes a cracking cup of tea. Can't function without tea, after all...