I don’t normally do ride reports, in fact to be fair I wouldn’t really call this a true ride report in the same vain as some of our resident long distance travellers but I am proud of the fact that I did attempt my bike camping trip albeit a quick run to the East Coast.
Camping and me is like trying to mix oil and water, we don’t match, we dont mix too well. But hey, this blonde had put the wrong weekend in her diary schedule and missed the coveted STD event .... so what the hell, lets do this outdoor living under canvas on my own then! The sun was shining, the bike was loaded and off I went ....
So I arrived at the site, signed in at reception

and they directed me off to the field around the back, it was looking promising

to the ..... Horse Paddock??

Landed the bike in a quiet spot on the edge of the field (bookmark this thought, I shall return to this one shortly)

Unloaded the tent .... aaargh!! This is why I don’t do camping! It took me ages to get the bloody thing up and then I couldn’t do it without a bit of a helping hand from a very nice man.

My home for a couple of nights .... Hooray!

I reckon I now deserved a drink, thank you Bouncer

So off I went in search for food, I did say it was more of a picture report than a ride report, bear with me here ....

It was a really warm night and there was surprisingly not too many folk about

Found a beautiful little harbour and headed off to see what delights they had to offer ...



Now this looked to be interesting, I could hear music from a distance, laughter and the sound of clinking glasses .... a party? Hmmm ...

Turns out it was a floating ‘restaurant’ which sold the most amazing dutch pancakes ever!

The menu was mouthwatering and it did its best to tempt me aboard but I wasn’t going to let it sway me, the nice man on the campsite had informed me earlier of a really nice fish and chip shop just by the quay and recommended that I should pay them a visit. So that’s where I headed, pancakes for tea tomorrow evening, I shall be back. Mr K you would have been proud of me!

More to follow .....
Camping and me is like trying to mix oil and water, we don’t match, we dont mix too well. But hey, this blonde had put the wrong weekend in her diary schedule and missed the coveted STD event .... so what the hell, lets do this outdoor living under canvas on my own then! The sun was shining, the bike was loaded and off I went ....
So I arrived at the site, signed in at reception

and they directed me off to the field around the back, it was looking promising

to the ..... Horse Paddock??


Landed the bike in a quiet spot on the edge of the field (bookmark this thought, I shall return to this one shortly)

Unloaded the tent .... aaargh!! This is why I don’t do camping! It took me ages to get the bloody thing up and then I couldn’t do it without a bit of a helping hand from a very nice man.

My home for a couple of nights .... Hooray!

I reckon I now deserved a drink, thank you Bouncer


So off I went in search for food, I did say it was more of a picture report than a ride report, bear with me here ....

It was a really warm night and there was surprisingly not too many folk about

Found a beautiful little harbour and headed off to see what delights they had to offer ...



Now this looked to be interesting, I could hear music from a distance, laughter and the sound of clinking glasses .... a party? Hmmm ...

Turns out it was a floating ‘restaurant’ which sold the most amazing dutch pancakes ever!

The menu was mouthwatering and it did its best to tempt me aboard but I wasn’t going to let it sway me, the nice man on the campsite had informed me earlier of a really nice fish and chip shop just by the quay and recommended that I should pay them a visit. So that’s where I headed, pancakes for tea tomorrow evening, I shall be back. Mr K you would have been proud of me!

More to follow .....


















