Day 9; Away from everything

One last night in France. No cities, no tours, no nothing. The final night to be spent away from everything in the countryside. At least that’s what we decided when looking around on “Chambre d’Hotes de Charme”. We needed something north of Reims, relatively close to Calais to avoid having to haul ass the next …

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Day 7; Reims

Leading with a photo this time, this was taken on the way to Reims when I pulled over to get out of the wind for a minute. I will admit to the two nights in Reims being somewhat of a backup plan, the original plan was to stay a night or two in the nearby …

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Day 5; Route Des Cretes

After getting out of the road works mess that was Dijon (twice – long story), I decided to give the scenic route a miss in favour of getting to the mountains early in the day. So it was a couple of hours on the motorway instead. I’d never been this far east in France before …

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Day 1; Normandy

Day 0 began at about 5:30pm on the Friday with loading up the bike for the approx 256km trip to Cork. By the time we were on the road (and a few km beyond the M50 interchange) I already felt like I was on holiday. Julie wasn’t so easy to sway, she had an exact …

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Crossing

While taking my time on the way back to the ferry from Derbyshire on a nice sunny morning, I found this place while quite lost. I was looking for a place to buy a sandwich and a cup of tea before hitting Holyhead for the ferry but that’s neither here nor there. For those interested …

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Old Reliable

Parked outside the wool shop that Julie got lost in on Sullivan Street (I think). Don\’t know if it still moves or starts, but it looks like a reliable old crate anyway.

Bel. No.6.

Devils in the details of the doors in Dordrecht. A deliberate decision to deliver a dinging and donging depiction. No, not the start of the silly season just yet, don’t all rush out and buy brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos. Why brightly coloured hats and transparent ponchos? Because I can clearly see your nuts.

Kinderdijk

Just down the road from Bleskensgraaf, where we spent our first few nights. Kinderdijk appears to be the place to go in Holland to see windmills. At least that’s what the car park full of coach tours, campers and cars with foreign registrations suggested. Makes a definite change from what we’d seen up till then, …

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The News Today

Many many moons ago, when staying in Montreal. Always been housed by Caroline without so much as a grumble or an eye rolled. I’m not the easiest person to invite into your home for weeks on end, but she’s always done so with a smile. Very grateful for that. Very very grateful. Montreal is fantastic. …

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Rooftops and Mountaintops

Taken from somewhere near the top of the Sir Walter Scott Monument (which was stupidly difficult for me to get to the top of), this is.. well, Edinburgh. Posting is going to be light for the weekend. Think light like non-existent. That kind of light. I’m off up north-west to do ‘the vimto run’. This …

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One O’Clock Gun

The one o’clock gun fired at Edinburgh castle in Scotland. This is the second shot in a quick series. The first one is quite blurred. Why? Because I took it as a result of the shock I got when the gun was fired. It frightened the holy hell out of me, my hand tightened up …

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Castle Gun

One of Edinburgh Castle’s cannon’s pointing out over the city toward the sea. I hadn’t been to Edinburgh in almost ten years so it was quite nice to get back there and re-visit a few sites. Was better to get away from work for a few short days though!