The Cape

The last 22 miles across the island were precarious. Unprotected drops hidden in the cloud. It was blowing a gale. The fog lamps of the car in front led me in to the pay kiosk. 28 GBP, but worth it. I parked the Beemer with 2 arriving KTMs ridden by two Finnish bikers. We shouted greetings before the three of us leaned into the wind and struggled to find the famouse globe. Then fighting the wind again we made our way into the visitor centre for hot drinks, and with luck, a wait for the cloud to burn off.

The cloud cleared and the wind dropped. We got the views of the cliffs and out across the Barrents Sea. At some point I lost track of the Finnish guys which felt a shame. I met up with an exuberant German biker who wanted to build a cairn to mark our presence here. So we did that laughing a lot on and off for quite a while. Germany are still in the world cup and we are not, as Vernon pointed out. But that is Ok.

It was hard to leave Nordkapp. I have spent so long planning for today. I have invested so much energy and emotion in coming here. I met my challenge. 3000 miles to the Cape, solo. Alone was the hardest part for sure. There were times when I wondered what I had let myself in for. But here I am with the sea breeze on my face, and a very large grin. I hope we raise lots of money for the hospice at Myton.

vernon and I rode the scary roads together back to town for a quick hot dog and coffee lunch, before I went off in search of a bank to pay for my "helicopter ride" . I shared my reality patch speeding fine with Vernon who is clearly as daft as me, because he got it. "Harry Potter rides a BMW!" He said.