I think camping adds an essential element to travelling on two wheels.
When you`re in a swanky hotel all freshened-up and tucking into a fancy meal you`re not on a motorcycle adventure any more - you`re just like any other tourist but just happened to arrive by motorcycle!
Apart from when it rains, then it sucks...
I`m only 61, i ain`t ready for hotels yet!
A couple of weeks ago we were in Dartmoor, we had intentions of wild camping.
I found what i thought was a nice spot but Mrs Hann got spooked by the local wildlife - she had an encounter with a herd of cows on a ramble recently who corned her between a hedge and a stream so was a bit reluctant to share space with this beast!
So we found a small, basic,cheap but decent campsite instead.
She may look a bit moody in the pic - she wasn`t, i think she was just in a thinking pose. I think...
I allowed her to pack an umbrella for
some semblance of luxury - i`m not a complete b`stard!
Anyway, she wants to go away again soon for more nights under canvass - Lake District is planned.