Photos later, I promise. Today I write from the VBMC bikers club house borrowing their terminal to catch up with what the press have said. 15 minutes of fame etc. But I get ahead of my self.
leaving Mcdonalds ( I will be nice about them. Decent salad and coffee at OK prices, and free WiFi) Satnav Jane put me back on the motorway telling me to continue for 71 miles. Then she flounced off and went silent for the afternoon. Elsa (The big bike) hums along doing what she does, eating miles. Trees endlessly matching north. The forest goes on forever. I (pitta me) concentrate on the monotonous job while vatta me asks "are we nearly there yet?" and watches the sunlight strobing through the trees. Finally at tea time we all (there seem to be 4 of us in this relationship Satnav Jane, Elsa, Vatta me, and me) arrive at the motorcycle camping and a very nice little cabin to stretch out in for a couple of days. Spell check is definitely Swedish. Must look at that soon. My poor spelling is exposed.
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