Sunday 2 August 2015

No turning back.

Here goes .... the first on the road blog.
Ready for the off.


I suppose the trip technically started on Friday, when I left Cadnam.  I mean, that was the actual departure date from my house.  First stop was to say goodbye to my Dad in Cheltenham, which I did over a lunch stop.  The Old Fellah is 94 now, has all his faculties, and apart from walking a bit slow, is in good health ..... whatever genes he has, I hope they passed onto me.

Next visit was to a charity dance, combined with a car show in Wales.  It was being held at the Hogshead Pub, which is actually an old farm that has been converted by Dale and his Dad into a pub, cum wedding venue.  The weather was kind (just about) and for Julian Tod's first cars show, I think it went very well.  No doubt it will now become an annual event.
Fonts of knowledge.

The evenings entertainment was an Elvis & Roy Orbison impersonator,of which I  managed to see some of the show in between bar visits.

The Butty-bach has taken effect !

The night was also to be a test of my tent for the inevitable camping which is necessary later on in the tour .... fail.  

Took me an hour to re-pack, and the air mattress went down overnight.  This requires some retraining on my part, and a stop in a camping store en-route.

Having a house-warming party later.

I was very pleased to see all my mates from Cadnam came along for the send-off along, with my Sister and Julian Earl.  Guess they just wanted to make sure I didn't change my mind.

Got on the road an hour behind schedule, panicking all the way as the GPS kept telling me I was an hour late for the ferry .... duh, finally realised as I crossed the Severn Bridge, I had it programmed all the way to the hotel in Calais.  Got to Dover 2 hours early, and took an earlier ferry.
No turning back now.

Booked myself into a Formule 1 hotel, which is supposed to be budget ... at €39, that doesn't really fit my definition, but its clean bed which was all that mattered.  The hotel has better security than a prison, but with the Sangatte refugee camp just minutes away, I suppose its necessary.  Slept with one eye open watching the bike all night.