Some little while ago Mr. Ilovebikes of this Parish let it be known that he was off to Gibraltar - by bike. He asked for guidance down to Dover, and this I offered. Then - cancellation, and then a new plan. London to Gibralter via Newhaven. And so, yesterday morning, following the obligatory photo-call outside Buckingham Palace
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yours truly, ILB and Sam (who you will see is carrying
even less weight than our own little horror) set off for the coast, and, for them, on what is going to be a Fantastic Adventure.
We drifted through South London, they wondering at the noise and the emergency sirens, me wondering at the passage of time, and followed, more or less, the FNRttC route down to Wivelsfield. The boys were great company, and quite deferential, waiting for me to say 'go one then' on Portnalls Road before zipping off ahead (I admit that I found their use of the large chain ring a tad irritating, but, there was a time...), but, by and large, I don't think they found the pace too genteel. We followed the railway from Wivelsfield to Lewes, and then took minor road on the west of the river Ouse in to Newhaven before slipping over the hill to the campsite just west of Seaford.
This is real Arthur Ransome stuff. They have a friend, Fergus, who is driving a car carrying tents and tools, and that's about it. I'm not sure how nailed down it is - I particularly liked the comment 'the flaw in our plan is that none of us speak a word of Spanish' - but I'm sure they'll be fine, and it's a certainty that their cycling is up to the job. And it did remind me of my early trips to John O'Groats with my brothers, jeans tucked in to socks, sleeping on the grass verges beside the road, subsisting on chips and arriving home with twenty pence in our pockets.
I asked them to let us know how they're getting on. They better had.