StuAff
Silencing his legs regularly
- Location
- Portsmouth
Good stuff chaps. I hope the weather was as mild overnight as it was here.
Buggerbuggerbugger. Well done Paul, I dont know how you did that. I was stuck at Ford, one stop back from you at Barnham. I calculated that the train would not get to the harbour and therefore get me to the terminal in time.
Thing is, Cosham is in Pompey (the northernmost bits that aren't on Portsea Island itself, basically). Very confusing for non-natives, understandably! Phenomenal effort to make the ferry, and very glad it worked.I did that calculation as well, and right up until the moment I got on the bike outside Cosham station, I felt pretty sure there was no hope of finding my way through an unfamiliar 6 mile maze of roads in the 12 minutes before they closed the gates on the ferry. But then I just gave it some welly, and imagined the other riders watching from the departing ferry as I arrived too late. I improvised a route past the A27/A3 and associated roundabouts of doom and found a road that seemed to be pointing in the right direction (even though it didn't have any signs for Pompey). I rolled up to the gates and asked the chaps in fluorescent tabards if I'd missed the boat, and they said, "No, there it is, that big boat-shaped thing. Go and buy a ticket over there." It seems I'd been saved by a combination of lucky guesswork, fast riding and a slight delay in the ferry turning up. Meanwhile I slowly became aware of some frantic shouting behind me, and there were David, Charlie, Bollo and Stuart trying to attract my attention. It's a massive understatement to say I was pleased not to be facing the prospect of waiting around for three hours or riding home alone.
Did others see all the stonechats sitting on teasels along the Military Road?
I did!I did that calculation as well, and right up until the moment I got on the bike outside Cosham station, I felt pretty sure there was no hope of finding my way through an unfamiliar 6 mile maze of roads in the 12 minutes before they closed the gates on the ferry. But then I just gave it some welly, and imagined the other riders watching from the departing ferry as I arrived too late. I improvised a route past the A27/A3 and associated roundabouts of doom and found a road that seemed to be pointing in the right direction (even though it didn't have any signs for Pompey). I rolled up to the gates and asked the chaps in fluorescent tabards if I'd missed the boat, and they said, "No, there it is, that big boat-shaped thing. Go and buy a ticket over there." It seems I'd been saved by a combination of lucky guesswork, fast riding and a slight delay in the ferry turning up. Meanwhile I slowly became aware of some frantic shouting behind me, and there were David, Charlie, Bollo and Stuart trying to attract my attention. It's a massive understatement to say I was pleased not to be facing the prospect of waiting around for three hours or riding home alone.
Did others see all the stonechats sitting on teasels along the Military Road?
Are they like Mumford and Son?Did others see all the stonechats sitting on teasels?
Are they like Mumford and Son?