Dear Richard,
thank you for your informations and great pictures!
Oh, pictures and (british) adventures… for the pictures, I‘m too silly to transform them from my IPad in TM. Adventures?
We travelled England a lot of times… and yes, some adventures.
The easy one: putting best british Equipment in our POLO and travel „Lost lanes“ (nice Collection of cycle tours from a english writer) by a Brompton and a Moulton TSR.
First journey… travelling Cornwall in april in the mind-80ies. As our book „travelling Cornwall“ told us: The best time - april. Sunny, warm, only a few tourists. Welcome in the real world. Cold, rain, fog. Travelling a lot of miles in this times was „difficult“, I think you know what I mean. Especially in a MINI 1000.
But one morning my wife feels VERY bad. After a short breakfast for me: back home. And fast please.
Said. Done. Pedal to the metal… and in one day! From LandsEnd to Dover and than to the Rhein-Main Area. More than 1000 Kilometers.
The second journey: collecting the MOG late November. brandnew from Sarah/BHM. As a correct man, first thing: „glueing“ the frontlamps (german spec. car…). And to Sarah: see you in a few days, we travel Landsend, and than the first service… After a lot of talks starting to late to Southampton. Rain. And dark. And as you can think: with the „correct lights“ - see nearly nothing. Not far traveled, a diversion. This sign I remember. A lot of traffic, turning left, a hill up… following the signs. THREE TIMES! We find out of the mystic circle. And arrive Southampton VERY Late.
The Next day: Easy. Sunny. Hood down. Dartmoor, Motorway to LandsEnd. Arrived when the sun goes down. Wonderful. Than
to Sennen Cove for a sleep.
Sitting at the table for breakfast, a look out: rain. Rain? Out of the door for a better look. Icerain. You know Sennen Cove? And the hill? Hurry up! Icerain, a brandnew car. Never had a rearwheeldrive… leaving Cornwall. Driving in the Dartmoor… suddently I feel something at my arm. Hail. It was hail outside. And inside. A new expierence. Hail in a car. It‘s british. Driving forward, towards Southampton again. A night in „Leyland House“ was booked. It turns dark, it rains again… I can see: not far away from nothing.
Passing the New Forrest at one Point I realized: it‘s snow on the road. At some points I think: the half of the cars in this area is behind me…
But the next morning: more simple. The Motorway to BHM.
At another journey in Britain we wonder about „flood“ with no water in sight. Two days later there was „some water“ at the road. It doesn‘t look deep. We submarined the MOG. The MASSIVE wave Waves over the screen in the car.
So, this year: No, Sir, no Adventures please. ;-)
Greats from Mainz
René
Looking forward for some little adventures…
