Over the Glens of Foundland and towards Huntly where a lovely welcoming party was waiting for us at the front gate of my parents’ house, complete with bunting, balloons and waving hands.Īfter over a year on the road and moving on to a new place everyday, meeting new friends and seeing new landscapes it’s time to stop for a while and return to the familiar, catch up with old friends and remind ourselves just how beautiful Scotland is! With a stop over in the Borders with my sister Jen and my brother-in-law Willie we headed North towards Aberdeen with the rain threatening but thankfully not delivering. Our time living in a tent was over (for this trip) and the end of our adventure was a day away. We collected a special award from Bryan as our 41500 miles entered in the sign in book under distance travelled was a wee bit further than the other entries and then packed up the bikes. Ian, Shona, Nom and Lesley enjoying a beer in the evening sun Nom with Bryan who had incidentally sold his soul to get the dry weather we enjoyed for the whole weekend! Top job! Our good friends Ian, Shona and Lesley had ridden down from Scotland to meet us and along with Brian and Keith from the club we had a brilliant time catching up with each others news.
Our time at the bike rally was just great great fun. With the promise of a replacement and after a wee photo session we were on the move again.Įwan McGregor is rumoured to be playing the part of Nom in the film of our epic journey! Does that mean that Charlie Boorman will be donning a black wig to play me?
We had bought the sat nav bracket for Nom’s bike through their mail order service and wanted to see if they could help out with the lock which had never worked properly. On the way we popped in to the Toutatech shop north of Swansea. We returned to High Wycombe the next day to celebrate my birthday with family and cake before carrying on to Wales where we were booked in to attend the Firebird Rally run by the Pheonix Knights MCC. With the answer to that as a resounding NO, and the rain beginning to fall we left and returned to Penzance where we had spotted a campsite on the edge of town. We sneaked a photo at the sign and debated whether or not to pay £5 for a Cornish pasty. Lands End is just as exposed and wild looking as John O’Groats but did have a little more charm to it. We rode on, stopping to visit Lands End before looking for place to camp for the night. We made our way back to the bikes through the same crowds of children and parents, this time the youngsters were screaming with fatigue and the adults were thin lipped with stretched patience. The domes in particular delighted us and the day was gone before we knew it. After we’d been relieved of a not inconsiderable amount of money we pushed our way through the crowds of very excited children and their enthusiastic parents to begin our tour of the site.
We were up early the next morning bright eyed and bushy tailed unlike many of the other campers and were at the Eden Project gates for opening time.
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We spent the night camped next to a young couple who had a fondness for Duran Duran played at high volume but after our training in the campsites of Chile we were quite able to get a full night’s sleep. The following morning we set out on our way to explore the South West of the country, riding along narrow, hedge lined country lanes, through little market towns to a wee farm campsite near Luxulyan where we stayed the night with the plan of visiting the Eden Project the following morning. We spent a very pleasant journey in his company talking about all manner of motorcycle related goings on and he invited us to bunk at his house for the night as he felt that our plan of finding a campsite in Portsmouth at 10 pm might be a shade unsuccessful.Ī big thank you to Nick and his lovely girlfriend Magda for putting us up We got chatting and discovered he was riding back from Italy having just ridden to the Stella Alpina rally on his Moto Guzzi. We crossed back into Britain after visiting France going from Le Havre to Portsmouth and met fellow biker Nick at the port.
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