Pre TET travel day.
This year I am 41 years old and as such have decided to spend 41 days under canvas, so I need to get cracking. A few spare days of leave called in and I planned to ride to Dover and TET my self back to Gloucestershire. Still chilly out so I got myself a Exped Downmat lite 5, packed as little as possible, loaded the bike and practiced laying it down and picking it up again. It was almost impossible. Luckily I had some good advice from Catcitrus and others and repacking in the right order made a proper difference.
Photo 1 Leaving.

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I kissed Sue goodbye around 11:30 and made it all the way to Stonehouse five miles away before my own indecision on a roundabout nearly had me stone dead under a Ford Focus. Not the best start. Double focused I made it across to Swindon and onto the M4 in the cold sunshine. My new K60 rear tyre and my new noise cancelling headphones made the journey a pleasure. Cups of tea at Membury and Cobham warded off the cold however the combo of pants, longjohns, impact shorts, trousers and waterproofs put a lot of elasticated pressure on my bladder. It’s a sign of age maybe…
Sunvisor down I cruised along at 60mph all the way and pulled up at Kingsdown Camping centre at about 16:30, they let me in for £7 and I quickly pitched with a sea view, changed and walked into the village for some dinner.
Photo 2 Pitched.

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The Kingshead is a super pub and Scampi and chips and a pint was exactly what I needed. I sat writing this journal and a some locals at the bar were discussing Brunel’s tunnels and soon I was involved and invited over to join in. Ken and Colin (a married couple) was a hilarious pair of wealthy drunks who held court for the next five hours. Ken, an American who looked like Michael Portillo talked endlessly about politics and history and before I knew it it was closing time and I was blind drunk. Declining an offer to stay with them I stumbled out and was immediately lost, so much so that I ended up on the beach. I spotted the camp but due, I expect, to refugees on rowboats the site had a military style fence around it and I spent a lot of time stumbling round looking for a gate. Finally through I found my tent eventually and scooched in and zipped up.
Today’s distance 325km