Having a fantastic time here in France apart from the non querty keyboard nightmare.... muchos fun with the april fools day fish (choccy!!!) thanks mum, and the obligatory vast amounts of wonderful normandie cookery. In an email from James's pal Paul: "Imogen - remember to keep James' feet on the ground.
James - Do what Imogen tells you."
Nice one Paul!!!
Now to look at maps of France for next stop, altho after having two bottles of some of mum's excellent white wine I'm sure we're not that clear on which way to turn out of the house tomorrow!!

Yes, this is our arrival in France

…… next move, south!

OK, so we managed to finish sorting the house and loaded up the bike. All our smug ideas on how little we have seem to have not quite materialised and the panniers are full to bursting. A wave off from Shirley, and Imogen runs to meet James, who has sensibly ridden up the ramp to collect her. A momentary embarrassment as Imogen can't quite get her 5'2" arse up onto the bike, but a good leg over secures success.

James weaves in and out of the Tunbridge Wells traffic, causing only a few vehicles to swerve out of the way as the Twinkies width looks a little like a hippo from the rear.

The trip to Sheffield was one of the coldest ever experienced by the southern pansies (look! no heated grips or lovely toasty jackets) and it turns out we were zipping along in minus 2 degrees.

Seeing the first signpost to Sheffield was one of the highlights of the day, and it's not often you hear someone say that.... luckily the legendry entertaining delights of the Pightlings warmed the cockles of the travellers, as we vowed never to have to do a night time frosty ride again....(cardinal rule no. 1 as we are often told, "never ride at night" - DOH!)

After 2 days of sleeping in, MASSIVE fry-ups, cakes and much dodgy Czech moonshine and bike tinkering (fitting the kozee komfort fleecy seat cover and securing Ganesh to the bike a must), we headed off through the Peak District (the A57 snake pass is fabulous) to our next comfort stop Glastonbury, home of the intrepid travellers John and Malgosia. Much pouring over maps of Africa and pouring of beer and wine down throats - a joy!

Don't ever let anyone tell you that England is a dull old country, we're really making the most of our last few days in dear old Blighty - the riding has been wonderful and the countryside is gorgeous and varied.

Next stop, le continent.....