She told me that the GPS mount (bracket) itself had broken. She seemed happy enough with the lashed together sling.
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She told me that the GPS mount (bracket) itself had broken. She seemed happy enough with the lashed together sling.
Couldn't you just pass on her contact details so that Ev can put her right and tell her what she needs to do?
St Pol cafe https://maps.app.goo.gl/fHC5JSdZLfTPqFw4A
Inchy bar https://maps.app.goo.gl/KjGJgLbyjPHsacZX9
Inchy bar https://maps.app.goo.gl/KjGJgLbyjPHsacZX9
Beat me to it.
By a split second.
slow coach
As tempting as it is, to direct you to St Pol du Perdu, it’s the first on your list, St Pol sur Ternoise, comrade.
Thank you all, I shall add them to my sat. nav., they will be useful when I take my shitty GSA with it's shitty screen and shitty sat. nav. mount to France. 
At least I’ve linked mine properly
We will see you there BillThank you all, I shall add them to my sat. nav., they will be useful when I take my shitty GSA with it's shitty screen and shitty sat. nav. mount to France.
Ps. I shall be the judge of your shitty GSA along with that shitty screen and even shittier nav sat thing.
I know a bloke who has created a Mont Blanc edition out of his shitty nav device in his frustration for misleading him on a numerous occasions
These pictures have absolutely confirmed I need to join you on a Northern France wander. Isn't it about time you organised another? 
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You’re far more organised than me. I’ve got Saturday and Sunday to get my act together then we’ll be away soon after lunch on Monday heading for the delights of Harwich and multiple beers on the ferry.
I can’t see us going tourist on our way to the Eifel until we get out of the NL because that country is dull no matter what you do but once we’re into Germany a beer stop (some call it lunch) will take place before we hit Monschau.
We’ll arrange a gathering of the masses for Friday evening then it’s onwards and upwards for a weekend of beer and sunshine with bike racing an added bonus
I can’t see us going tourist on our way to the Eifel until we get out of the NL because that country is dull no matter what you do but once we’re into Germany a beer stop (some call it lunch) will take place before we hit Monschau.
We’ll arrange a gathering of the masses for Friday evening then it’s onwards and upwards for a weekend of beer and sunshine with bike racing an added bonus
Day two…. Continued…..
How great to live in independent countries, each proud of their nationhood, divided only by lines on a map, the style of postage stamps and vehicle registration plates.
By now the temperature was well into the mid-20’s and I wishing it would rain, justifying my wearing my Gore-Tex suit. Though the clouds did build up, no rain fell (much to my disappointment) as I trundled along the back roads of Belgium, often taking what are little more than farm roads, a car and a half wide and made of concrete:
My late lunch, I took in Onhaye-Falaen, which is popular with walkers, using the very well signposted footpaths and walking-trails into the hills of the Ardennes. It’s a popular stop for Belgian bikermates, too:
Doc, would be proud of me:
Lunch disposed of it was on to la Roche en Ardenne and St Vith, before crossing the river Our, which marks the border with Germany:
Though small (as continental rivers go) the valley it has carved over the millennia is pretty deep, the motorway carried well above it on a not insignificant viaduct, one of a series as the river meanders along:
Then it was just a fuel stop (always fill up if possible, ready for tomorrow) and a short hop to the hotel…. And still it didn’t rain!
PS Supper was a passable veal schnitzel, with mushroom sauce, chips and salad:
How great to live in independent countries, each proud of their nationhood, divided only by lines on a map, the style of postage stamps and vehicle registration plates.
By now the temperature was well into the mid-20’s and I wishing it would rain, justifying my wearing my Gore-Tex suit. Though the clouds did build up, no rain fell (much to my disappointment) as I trundled along the back roads of Belgium, often taking what are little more than farm roads, a car and a half wide and made of concrete:
My late lunch, I took in Onhaye-Falaen, which is popular with walkers, using the very well signposted footpaths and walking-trails into the hills of the Ardennes. It’s a popular stop for Belgian bikermates, too:
Doc, would be proud of me:
Lunch disposed of it was on to la Roche en Ardenne and St Vith, before crossing the river Our, which marks the border with Germany:
Though small (as continental rivers go) the valley it has carved over the millennia is pretty deep, the motorway carried well above it on a not insignificant viaduct, one of a series as the river meanders along:
Then it was just a fuel stop (always fill up if possible, ready for tomorrow) and a short hop to the hotel…. And still it didn’t rain!
PS Supper was a passable veal schnitzel, with mushroom sauce, chips and salad:
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There's nothing like remembering way points for your journey you miss so much just following the blue dot;; even you would'nt be able to mince around in a cafe for an hour and a half; so the bike was sorted;; horse racing and lotto in the frog boozer; no footy then;;
Day three….
Will follow shortly’ish
Will follow shortly’ish
Enjoying your write up. I’ve not been to the area so this’ll be usefull should I get my arse into gear & follow your route, ta & enjoy the rest of your trip…
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That looks bloody good to me never mind just passable;; if you stop in la Roache there's a B&B over the town morgue; it's a quiet night or it was the lat time we used it;
Day three…..
170 miles, in a broad circle anti-clockwise, via Daun
At last, the rain that I had been expecting (and for which I had brought my Gore-Tex kit) had arrived overnight.
Breakfast disposed of, away I went at about 09:30.
Though the rain had gone, the skies were still heavy but it was obviously clearing, helped by a stiffish wind:
Wind turbines are about 350 feet tall. By zooming in, you can see that the tops of those in the picture above are lost in the cloud. In other words, what my mother refers to as, “A dull, grey, clag”:
Clag or not, the temperature was already 17 degrees at 09:45. Once the light drizzle had passed the roads dried quicly, except for the parts in the shadows of the hills and trees, of which there are plenty. You can say what you like about the Alps, I still think this part of Germany / Belgium / Luxembourg takes some beating:
Off I wandered, just using the torque from the big bike’s third, fourth and fifth gears.
There’s usually something to catch your eye somewhere along the road. This sundial was one such, over and above the gateway to some sort of seminary. Unfortunately, the sun went in just as I snapped the picture, though I can assure you it was an hour slow. Hey-ho, it’ll be right when the clocks fall back, I guess:
The spring-fed fountain was nicely presented:
The church clearly played a central roll in the small village, the equally small river, having its own holy guardian:
Holy men aside, the whole region is a UNESCO site, the area harking back to its volcanic origins, millions upon millions of years ago:
Here’s another sign, which always raises a schoolboy titter in me:
Something which I hadn’t seen before, was the public announcement and celebration of new babies:
This was one of two that I saw in the day. Whether it’s just an ‘Eifel Thing’, I have no idea. I do though thinks it’s quite fun.
More to follow….
170 miles, in a broad circle anti-clockwise, via Daun
At last, the rain that I had been expecting (and for which I had brought my Gore-Tex kit) had arrived overnight.
Breakfast disposed of, away I went at about 09:30.
Though the rain had gone, the skies were still heavy but it was obviously clearing, helped by a stiffish wind:
Wind turbines are about 350 feet tall. By zooming in, you can see that the tops of those in the picture above are lost in the cloud. In other words, what my mother refers to as, “A dull, grey, clag”:
Clag or not, the temperature was already 17 degrees at 09:45. Once the light drizzle had passed the roads dried quicly, except for the parts in the shadows of the hills and trees, of which there are plenty. You can say what you like about the Alps, I still think this part of Germany / Belgium / Luxembourg takes some beating:
Off I wandered, just using the torque from the big bike’s third, fourth and fifth gears.
There’s usually something to catch your eye somewhere along the road. This sundial was one such, over and above the gateway to some sort of seminary. Unfortunately, the sun went in just as I snapped the picture, though I can assure you it was an hour slow. Hey-ho, it’ll be right when the clocks fall back, I guess:
The spring-fed fountain was nicely presented:
The church clearly played a central roll in the small village, the equally small river, having its own holy guardian:
Holy men aside, the whole region is a UNESCO site, the area harking back to its volcanic origins, millions upon millions of years ago:
Here’s another sign, which always raises a schoolboy titter in me:
Something which I hadn’t seen before, was the public announcement and celebration of new babies:
This was one of two that I saw in the day. Whether it’s just an ‘Eifel Thing’, I have no idea. I do though thinks it’s quite fun.
More to follow….
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