My first motorcycle trip to the land of Sangria, this was in many ways the start of something different; wild camping, unplanned days, getting by without knowing the local lingo. This content was rescued from my original Blogger site, so forgive me if it’s not as polished as more recent efforts.
In hindsight, my first campsite at Arenal de Moris on the north coast just east of Gijon wasn’t all that great. The owners had placed me at what turned out to be a busy intersection between the rest of the tents (few),…
Today has been a day of superlatives. The most amazing roads I’ve ridden to date, the most spectacular scenery. The craziest Spanish driving, the nearest miss. The most idyllic campsite. It’s also been a very long day and I’ve just…
The best way to describe the scene on the car deck of the Pont Aven is utter chaos, at least as far as the bikes are concerned. When we arrived everybody unloaded as soon as they pulled up, so it…
The 103 mile ride from Goathurst to Plymouth was predictably slow and rather damp. Traffic on Somerset and Devon roads travels in lethargic clumps of 8-10 cars, all trying to get past the lead car, which in most cases was…
Now, where was I? Aah, yes … The night at Blackmore Farm was comfortable and restful, the breakfast of Somerset Smokies divine. Ann and Ian Dyer gave me a small booklet which they’d put together to answer some of the…
Well, here I am, aboard the good ship Pont Aven in Plymouth. We’re not yet underway so I’m taking advantage of the still free 3G connection to let y’all know that the wedding was splendid and a fabulous time was…
Our dear friends Emily and Ben are to tie the knot at St Michael’s Church in Enmore tomorrow. Nicky and I are fortunate enough to have been invited as guests of the wedding and the subsequent reception at Halswell House…
I’ve only been in Spain once before on the bike. Back in 2001, about a dozen devotees of a certain model of Suzuki motorcycle rented a villa in southern France over a three week period. Keen to be different, Sash…