A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. ~Lao Tzu
I promised I wouldn't mention Geoff's embarrassment at knocking over a cone and an Aprilia (thankfully caught before a whole row of bikes went down like dominoes!) at the Ace cafe last Monday, so I won't.
I had more jabs Tues 22nd, before realising it takes at least 5hrs longer than I expected to prepare a bike & luggage for the UK leg of our trip. We expected to arrive at Squires Cafe near Sherburn In Elmet Yorkshire at 1pm to meet a friend of Geoff's, Daryll Booker AKA Daz/Moggy, with a view to camping at Whitby. We finally arrived at 5pm and luckily, Daz was already 'over refreshed' on the local beverages, so didn't seem to mind. We soon joined in afer pitching the tents at Squires.
I didn't sleep at all that night, due to a combination of Daz opting to sleep in his bike gear and changing his mind during the night after cooking a pot noodle, which also met with the disaproval of the pub guard dogs, Geoff snoring like a pneumatic drill outside a sawmill and the overhead powerlines buzzing in the fog like a fly killer in a kebab shop. At least I was up early to pack up before it rained...
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