Aperitif
Meme bar
- Location
- ...I don't have much idea - really.
Finished that 'roll-up' yet, Oh leader of pelotons? 

I'm getting some feedback which suggests an extra day - leaving Friday am. What do people think?
I think what Del wast trying to say was bus shelters are strictly reserved for bus pass holders with bromptons ... well until you cross the scottie borderOh god, are we all going to be crammed into a bus shelter somewhere like they do on these long audax thingys?![]()
Oh god, are we all going to be crammed into a bus shelter somewhere like they do on these long audax thingys?![]()
First night you should just use a bivvy bag.So I cycle 70/80/120 miles northwards (which is uphill, as any fule kno) then I have to find a campsite and PUT UP A TENT and crawl into it to try and sleep... well I never thought i'd be quoting my arch-enemy Maggie T, but, 'NO, NO, NO!' (I wouldn't have done that in my thirties either
). hahahahaha nice one Greg.
no - you join Susie and others in a scented hotel with choccys on the pillow, rose petals on the duvet, bubbles and lights in the bath and towels that are so fluffy you'll need a map to find your way out of them. Your laundry will be done for you while you have your nails polished and your fringe adjusted by 'Sergio', the hotel crimpeur (Frank will think that's something to do with climbing, and don't tell him otherwise)So I cycle 70/80/120 miles northwards (which is uphill, as any fule kno) then I have to find a campsite and PUT UP A TENT and crawl into it to try and sleep... well I never thought i'd be quoting my arch-enemy Maggie T, but, 'NO, NO, NO!' (I wouldn't have done that in my thirties either
). hahahahaha nice one Greg.
1669169 said:If it makes it any easier, think of it more as Don Logan.
Which works until about the borders, at which point the scented hotel becomes a scented b+b, the scent becomes stale fag-smoke and the duvet becomes nylon sheets under a cellular blanket.no - you join Susie and others in a scented hotel with choccys on the pillow, rose petals on the duvet, bubbles and lights in the bath and towels that are so fluffy you'll need a map to find your way out of them. Your laundry will be done for you while you have your nails polished and your fringe adjusted by 'Sergio', the hotel crimpeur (Frank will think that's something to do with climbing, and don't tell him otherwise)
at which point my own sleeping bag becomes a familiar and attractive proposition.Which works until about the borders, at which point the scented hotel becomes a scented b+b, the scent becomes stale fag-smoke and the duvet becomes nylon sheets under a cellular blanket.