Hi Guys n Gals,
Ged had a few days holiday left, before returning to work on Monday and with no plans in place, so we sneaked off for a couple of days.
As it's mid summer, the weather's pants and the camping sites up in the Lake District are charging £25 per person, per night to camp! Sod that for a game of soldiers.
So we decided to head towards East Anglia and see where it would take us.
We were both soon a bit peckish and stopped at a roadside cafe for brekkie.
A typical full fry up!
I'm sure the locals had the use of Doc's Mojo, as the weather en route was lovely.
About 150 miles further on, it was time for a brew and we stopped at a cafe that supports the Help for Hero's charity (which provides assistance for injured service and ex service men) and we found this APC in the car park.
Before long we arrived at Mildenhall's campsite, much better at £26 for two tents for two nights and Ged quickly got into testing his new small frying pan!
He was soon a convert to military aircraft watching!
As we didn't have a cooler box with us, Ged suggested we cooked all the sausages/bacon etc in one go.
Before relaxing with a cider or two, with the sun setting.
A good nights kip ensued and the following morning we were awaken by a C5 Galaxy fighting through the rain (yep the weather had turned during the night).
So how could I cook brekkie whilst keeping dry? Put my bike kit on of course.
The weather showed signs of improvement and, talking of signs, here's a place name that's most apt for me!
We headed for the town of Cromer, on the coast and the view was this, somewhat drier than back home.
So Ged needed a choc ice cream.
We visited the local RNLI museum.
For those that don't know, the Royal National Lifeboat Institution's funded by the public's generosity and this cracking vessel's on display. Shame I only had my compact camera with me, as a wide angle lens would've been handy!
On the beach I found this really old but operational tractor.
Heading back to the campsite, the heavens opened again and we took shelter in a local pub, long enough for two coffee's to be consumed by the big lad and we tried again.
Back at the tent's there was a lot on energy in the sky.
And I just waited in a field for the sunset, catching a lone Poppy.
Before the sun fell lower in the sky.
And yes that is a C130 if you look closely!
Even Team Cabra got a shot.
The night was young, so it was into town for a curry, with Onion Baji starter.
Along with a Bhalti and a Khorai main course.
We sat outside the tents and I managed to spot 10, yes TEN shooting stars! It turned out that a meteorite shower was expected but we knew nothing about it. And after an hour of star gazing it was off to bed.
Next morning, you guessed it, it was raining again!
So kit packed up and we headed back home.
Another interesting sign was this place name!
Don't ask me how it got the name!
And a few miles down the road I spotted a sign to Friday Bridge, so as it was a Friday I decided to have a look. No bridge but his bit of info was on display in the lovely village centre.
The rest of the ride home involved very heavy rain, in fact the worst conditions I've ever ridden in. Team Cabra took it all in her stride and never missed a beat, despite local flooding and a round trip of 430 miles.
The more I ride these bikes, the more I love 'em.
