Grim oop North

Another 850 miles, another bit of gaffa tape on my bike.

I spent the weekend visiting my friend in Yorkshire. He is spending a year volunteering for the RSPB, not my idea of fun but he's having a great time doing exactly what he enjoys and getting into the field (literally) he wants to be in. I rode up on the bike without incident, through the Peak District (amazing roads if a little too tempting to blitz) and I managed to ride the 250 miles without going on a motorway. A challenge I set myself. Why I set this challenge is best left within my bored little mind.

After an evening listening to a moth expert talk about the common British species of moth I then..........ZZZzz ZZZzzz.

Sorry I fell asleep whilst I was trying to remember the night ! Ha !

Sunday was spent riding up to Croft circuit to watch the British Superbikes. Loads of fun even if the riding was terrible. The weather was wet, windy, cold and very Northern. (It rains everytime I go north of Sheffield). The crappy weather was the excuse I will give for not clipping my pillion seat on properly and losing it somewhere on the A1. Doh! That means a call to my local Kawasaki dealer this week for a new one and get my alarm fixed after it got soaked during the ride.

I decided to ride home via Wales where a mate drove up from Andover just for the craic. Again I rode through the Peak District and then headed over towards Manchester before plunging into north Wales and grabbing a pint in Betsy y Coed where I waited for my mate. We camped and attempted to cook burgers and sausages on a tiny camping stove after a few drinks.

The ride home through South Wales was amazing, blitzing traffic and spectacular mountain roads which surely must be some of the best in the UK. If you want to srgue with me, please try.

I'm home, back at work and haven't cleaned my bike yet. I'm feeling a bit lazy today and will tackle the job of sorting the seat, cleaning the bike and adjusting the chain tomorrow.