ET phone EE

So I lost my phone a couple of days ago but I’ll load my updated adventures tonight… It’s been rather nice not having a phone. Of course people worry don’t they but they shouldn’t… I’m going to try to purposefully forget my phone a bit more from now… can’t be a bad thing can it…Continue reading “ET phone EE”

Day 46, Fog, fugitives and the good old Greeks and their husbands…

I couldn’t find Great Yarmouth this morning although I was in it. No I wasn’t drunk from the night before, unlike some… It was Foggy, Sea Misty, basically I couldn’t sea / see, so I decided to head inland. Initially across the fens and then turn in when I got bored of the flatness…. TheContinue reading “Day 46, Fog, fugitives and the good old Greeks and their husbands…”

Day 45, A last laugh, 2000 miles passed, and a fair exchange for an old silver jug….

It’s funny how.. no it’s not. It’s a nightmare when reality comes along and gives us a kick in the teeth isn’t it? After such a great day yesterday I was up early, ready to take on a great ride to Great Yarmouth where one of my grandmothers lived the late-life dream….playing penny slots inContinue reading “Day 45, A last laugh, 2000 miles passed, and a fair exchange for an old silver jug….”

Day 44, Old holiday haunts and good memories…a

Difficult to know where to start and what NOT to include today as I have many teenage memories from being with a friend and his vast family in Aldeburgh, happy days. My guide this morning showed me the scenic way out of Ipswich and I was quickly on country roads heading for Woodbridge and Melton.Continue reading “Day 44, Old holiday haunts and good memories…a”

Day 43, Two sunken ships and a fury smuggler…

My route today took. My route today was meant to take…me from Colchester down the river Stour / estuary to Harwich. Then across to Felixstowe and onto Ipswich. The Stour is not good for sun-worshipers and sandcastle designers but is a haven for naturists. No not that sort…bird watchers…oh you know what I mean, menContinue reading “Day 43, Two sunken ships and a fury smuggler…”

Day 42, Crisp mornings, Sympathetic timber cladding and White trainer drive by shootings…

I had previously been worried about cycling through gangland Essex…The signs were everywhere, strange accents , white trainers, every home had a Range Rover in the drive but no one shot me and I’m nearly in Suffolk now, so fingers crossed. I jest of course though there were a few ‘punchy’ Essex’s ladies that I’mContinue reading “Day 42, Crisp mornings, Sympathetic timber cladding and White trainer drive by shootings…”

Day 41 – TOWIE

It was an early start this morning. Sunday’s are the best days for us MAMIL’s to be out on the road, and dare I say. accepted on the roads. Well maybe everyone else is just in less of a rush. The high street in shorditch on sea / Whitstable was dead. The odd middle agedContinue reading “Day 41 – TOWIE”