Well folks its Sunday and I got back a couple o days ago so lets fill you in on the rest. I based myself at fort Augutus for my time in the Highlands, the riding there is really second to none, beautiful scenery fab roads it is , if the waether favours God's own biking country, just top.
Hello to Andrea the lovely girl who works at the Lovat Hotel it was great chatting with you and getting to know you and don't forget to e-mail me.
It just remains for me to tell you lot of the road home. Well it was with more than just a touch of saddness that me and the baba beem turned our face south and the long trip home to London. Thursday the weather was bad ... I kid you not it was BAD, neither Rukkas nor my beema tour jacket could protect me from Highland Rain boy it rainedfrom Inverness to Edinbourgh it rained and rained and rained, you getting the picture.Anyway appart from that it was nice. By the time I got to the forth road bridge visability was down to about 20 foot so I didn't see much of the surroundings, ah well. Got to the English boader at Berwick on tweed and fog had replaced the rain a real pea souper as they say cool. I kept on going and finaly the mother goddess of nature smiled on me at about the North Yorkshire boader this brightened the mood somewhat and having not run out of energy I decieded to push as far south as I could. Night came upon us but the further south I got the more I wanted to make it home, so eventually I arrived in North London , yes I kid you not 650 miles in a hit how well hard is that, Yes folks call me mister enduro but I did it Inverness to Londinium in one day wow fuck me I'm hard arsed number one biker.
Well thats enough self serving congradulations and incedently the end of the trip, which is sad as I could have gone on for months moving on every day with nowhere in particular to go I'll miss it. Till next time.