Many, many months ago, back in 2012, Jim & Fiona mentioned that they were to be married (’bout time Mr Simpson
Well, the big day arrived on the 5th July 2013, and Jim & Fiona “did the deed” and plighted their worldly goods to one another (I think Jim gagged a bit on that part – Fiona just giggled). The ceremony was followed by a wonderful evening at the Glenfiddich distillery restaurant - check this thread for photo's . . .
http://www.adventurebikerider.com/forum ... =60#243849
The 6th July was “prep” day for the bikes, some needing more prep then others :S :whistle:
The 7th was the “Get to the ferry” day.
Jim and Fiona were meeting Hudders at Newcastle, to sail to Amsterdam. I, being a tight-wad Welshman (and they call the Scots tight – Hah I say
Our ride down to Englandshire was nice, taking the never scenic A9 from Aviemore down to Perth, then the dual carriageway to Edinburgh.
Here you see us gathered on the side of the A9 southbound carriageway, paying homage to the weather Gods – “Please stay sunny and dry for the next 2 weeks” we asked . . . . and low, it came to pass that it did.
The usual stop for fuel & food was taken at Tesco South Queensferry, then southwards onto the glorious A68. Jim & Fi headed towards Newcastle on the A697, whilst I carried on down the A68. Fantastic road, once you’ve escaped the speed camera traps north of the border. I’d not ridden this road for some 13 years, and had forgotten how nice it can be when the weathers on your side – which it was. The section through Kielder is especially nice, with light traffic and visible bends for mile after mile, you can’t help but smile inside yer lid as you role round bend after bend and launch yerself off crest after crest over the “humpy” bits. No mean feat on a fully loaded Africa Twin I can tell you, launching off of crests. The landing can take a while to master as well :woohoo: :whistle: !
Twas as I crested yet another “humpy” bit that I had to apply the brakes very hard, as I found my route blocked by a resting motorcycle in the middle of the road :S . It’s controller was lying in the gutter on the opposite side of the road, moaning but not moving much
After approx. 45 minutes the 1st responder arrived, blocking the road nicely with his 4x4. So, as the traffic didn’t need slowing down anymore, I sloped off, as I had a ferry to catch :dry: . The casualty was still able to moan, which I’m told is a good sign :pinch: !
The rest of the ride south was un-eventful, seeing me getting to Hull docks at the same time that the others would be sailing from Newcastle. Onto the floating hotel and parked at the back end of the bike queue, I got myself sorted and headed for my bunk for night. Earlier I said “sail from Hull to Rotterdam”. What I meant was “sleep from Hull to Rotterdam”, as I’m not blessed with sea legs, so suitable little white pills were consumed and sleep I did.
And that was my ferry crossing.
We had originally arranged to meet near Eindhoven once on euro soil, but as I docked an hour earlier than they did and they were about an hour further north than I was, we changed the RV to the Koblenz camp site. So, off the wobbling big metal bathtub and onto the autowotsits in Holland & Germany I head, with the confluence of the Rhine and Mosel rivers as my destination.
My stead at the campsite, cooling down in the shade whilst rider has a cuppa . . .
More to follow . . . . with shed loads of photo’s
Steve T
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