The North!
“Eee by ‘eck lad, tha’s like a pair of whippets on’t one o’ them double seaters…” Welcome to the North! Where does the north begin?.. Someone told me it’s where Pret is out numbered by Greggs… So that’ll do for me lad. Our short cycle from our fabulous Airbnb to Doncaster was flat and wet, but surprisingly as we entered Doncaster we were impressed both with the cycle facilities (Well done Donnie) and some of the grand buildings. We rolled up at our Premier Inn well early, 2 hours before check in. We stood in the entrance hall...
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We had a couple of days off in St Alban’s – surely one of the hilliest cities in England – to see my Aunt and take her out for lunch. Dementia is horrible and it’s always sad to see her deterioration but we had a nice time with her going to the Cathedral and a wander around this wonderful old church. Naturally when we returned to our Airbnb, having used Taxis all day Tilly had a puncture, obviously feeling aggreived by our betrayal in leaving her for the day. It was the front so it’s a 5 minute job to change, once you’ve found the tyre...
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No priority disembarking at Dover! None of the proirity to cyclist that we’d enjoyed when boarding our ferry in Dunkirk..back in the UK we were last off the ferry, having had to wait in the middle of the disembarking traffic lanes while they unloaded all the vehicles (welcome to England, we said to our european fellow cyclists….where the car rules…)…we finally lead the way for the other foreign tourers, through the port of Dover. “Follow the red line” we were told. Whether that was made from paint or the blood of previous cyclists was hard to tell...
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