Clonea to Tagoat 65 miles I was so sad to leave Casey’s, one of the friendliest campgrounds I think I’ve ever visited (and there have been a few), but a long ride beckoned, beginning with the now-familiar 30 mile spin along the greenway. I did make a stop at the highest point above the sea […]
Day 1: Hertfordshire to Tagoat I quietly closed our front door at about five this morning and drove straight to Fishguard, 256 miles door to door, to catch the ferry over to Ireland again. There wasn’t a lot of planning, just a convenient gap in the work schedule and an okay or possibly even better […]
I don’t remember having enjoyed a day on the bike as much as I did today for a very long while. The sun was out, it was a ferry day, and I even got to play my ukulele in a town square. I have to say it was also tinged with sadness, because today was […]
Stats and maps are back! I managed to get to sleep only once the lads in the field next to me finished their game of ‘How England Are Going To Lose To Spain On Sunday’. I’d spoken to the oldest lad, who was about 15 years old and sitting on his football having a rest, […]
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