Day 8 – we’re all Goodfellas… aren’t we?

So today’s been a funny one… No not the way I talk, funny.. No, No, not funny like a clown.. No, No, No, not funny as in odd.. Funny as in different… Don’t shoot, we’re all goodfellas, we’re all friends…. I’m sitting in a beach cafe (its 4.30) in Long Sands on the coast nearContinue reading “Day 8 – we’re all Goodfellas… aren’t we?”

Day 7 (week 1) I touched an oil rig (sort of) today. What did you do?

After a great nights sleep I was up early relishing a day on the flat. The plan was to head to Middlesbrough and then right out on the east coast through Seaton Carew, Hartlepool, Blackhall Rocks to just past Peterlee (circa 45miles) My new touring mentor, Martin accompanied me to the Middlesbrough crossing. Martin thanksContinue reading “Day 7 (week 1) I touched an oil rig (sort of) today. What did you do?”

Day 5 – Whitby Abbey. There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.Bram Stoker, Dracula

After the hospitality of last night I slept like a log. The first really good nights sleep so far but woke up a bit fuzzy. I blame it on the lactose not the liquor. My legs are really stiff and doing the stretches my great friend gave me are not easy in a one manContinue reading “Day 5 – Whitby Abbey. There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.Bram Stoker, Dracula”

Day 4 Dick Whittington but no pantomime…:

Well what a miserable night (oh no it wasn’t, eh…oh YES it was) I think my tent was in the eye of the current and far too frequent storm/s we have these days. Apart from the fact I was bailing till about 3am the icing on the cake was my new pack of Marlboro lightsContinue reading “Day 4 Dick Whittington but no pantomime…:”