I must apologise for the lack of action on the blog over the last 11 days Jo and I have been having too much fun riding around the UK and seeing all the sights.

The bike loaded up at Perth

After leaving Perth, the puppy and the great company we headed for England and Hadrians wall. Unfortunately the weather did it's best to make us question our faith in waterproofs and why indeed it needs to rain as much as it does in that part of the UK. But after some interesting comments between Jo and I about global warming and the like I am happy to report all our waterproofs are indeed waterproof and although Jo would disagree, they are mostly warm too. A day's riding and we stayed in a nice little sheltered camp sight (our first camp of the trip) just outside Carlisle. At this stage the weather was still doing it's best to scare us but all was good.

Here we are at a section of Hadrains Wall.

After being blown off the hill that Hadrains wall crossed we headed for Formby and another good friend that we hadn't seen in a while. It was a rather sedate by past drinking standards with this particular individual but I do like Slovakian Gin I tell you. No problem with sleeping on the floor that night. It was a whole lot of fun and we were all sorry to say goodbye the next day.

Off the to the beautiful bath the next day via Chester (the home of Hollyoaks) and Wales. I must say we should have spend more time in Wales are the roads are great for biking and despite all the stories in MCN we were not bothered by the police at all. Having said that the Divvy doesn't really do anything fast, brake, speed up...you know what I mean. I did get mislead by a trio of sausages though.

We stayed at a nice little farm camp site, where we were the only tent and had the pick of the spots. We set up just near a small stream and all was well with the world. Or so we thought. Over night the heavens opened and although we were fine in the tent, I forgot to cover the bike. (I know the people who know me are shaking there heads in disbelief) well on this occasion the water proved to be rather crafty and found just the spot to create a short and flatten the battery, dead. The next morning after loading up the bike, nothing after turning on the ignition. Nothing at all. After a few choice words, unloading the bike and a general check of all things electrical, a push start was in order. All is well now but I think the battery has been dealt a mortal blow. Maintenance in London I think.

After the farm we continued through Wales and down to Bath. Jo & I liked Bath very much. The sun was out and so were the people, having coffee, drinking the odd beer all in the sun. We liked it and after a hot tip on where to stay, we set up the palace and had a beer of our own..

At the Bath campsite that didn't allow tents....

Jo at the Roman Baths, the water looks tempting doesn't it

More to come soon...