Riding Home
Another bad sleep with the muggy night and the creaky floorboards of the insomniac in the room directly above me and the characteristic noisy hotel plumbing where you can hear people showering and flushing toilets almost anywhere in the building. There was even an attack of that classic water hammer (similar to Warhammer) at around 5.30am. At breakfast the guest profile seemed newly diverse, though the little white haired and very old and fragile lady who always sits in the same seat in the restaurant is there and other elderly couples (who have six legs between them as the oracle at Delphi would say) are still here. They address the always highly professional east European waitresses as 'dear'.
With a bit of a wobble of my loaded up bike, I left at around 9am and decided to head straight back home so blasted along the motorways back to my front door, 163 miles in 3 hours and 20 minutes. Good weather and good progress apart from the M25 as usual.
There's more to say but this is all for now. Here's the track of the whole trip (woops ignore the bit to Thetford)- not very adventurous in terms of travel, sadly, but I had other priorities this year with the book deadline and moving house within a couple of months so needing to pack everything up.
So I am already hoping that next year I will be more adventurous and am thinking either a return to Spain - as the weather can be relied upon, or to Finland - where it can't but where I might be able to do an Erasmus visit so combine work and pleasure, even perhaps, riding back to the UK through the Baltic countries an across the north of Poland (where I have never been) and Germany.
back to the list of trips here.