Flying By the Seat of our (many) Pants
Sea-cocks switched off, electrics shut down, fridge emptied (to a very happy harbour master and his wife) - lines checked, boat secured, decks cleared, panniers packed, and then we tried to mount the bike.
I wore four jumpers, a t-shirt, and a lined leather jacket with padding; long johns under my padded leather pants, thick woollen socks, boots, a scarf, leather gloves and, of course, the helmet. Walking was a problem, let alone hauling myself and my entire wardrobe onto the back of the bike.
We tend not plan our trips too much. Seeking a hotel each night can be tricky, but the regimented system of pre-booking doesn’t suit us, it curbs the freedom. Flying by the seat-of-our-paints means plans can be changed - we are flexible, we can turn left when we thought that perhaps we'd be going right. And those plans paid off. But not immediately.
I hope you'll come along for the ride...
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