My optimism was rewarded as the mist lifted sufficiently for me to see the coast on my way round 'sheeps head" an interestingly named peninsula.
It was a day of getting on and making the ferry to Wales. I got there in plenty of time.
The ride across was uneventful, but I did meet another biker, a young fellow that had ridden Ireland.
We left the ferry together and found that due to the Bank Holiday, a day on which all of England goes somewhere and fill up all the accommodation, so having arrived in the middle of the night I was back to the Shell station this time to pitch a tent on their back padock. Thanks again to a lady in a Shell shop.
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About Me
- Kris Kent
- Travel it is said broadens the mind, so I set off to explore. To this traveler it seems the world changed at the turn of this century and has deteriorated rapidly since. So unless the trend is reversed the world will become unsafe not just for travelers, but for all of us. A new accountability, a new morality, is needed, no, demanded. The picture is an aboriginal painting on a rock in a park in New South Wales
