Goxhill – Flamborough 98.9 km Today was a weird day. In the morning I didn’t get out of bed, at noon I was able to do a great shopping, in the evening we met all the unfriendly people and were really lucky in the end. But from the beginning. Before the onset of drizzle, the tent was jammed and our usual breakfast almost swallowed up. After that Hannah had to drive me again and again, because today I had my…
Holbeach – Lincoln 92.6 km Today there is no picture, the battery is precious. Because we found a host for the evening in Lincoln, the Navi has to work. For the day, that means having to turn around from time to time to see if there’s a bike path somewhere, because the path looks strange and I can’t see on my phone if we’re right. Now to the butterflies. And the nettles. They were found on a small road next…
Cambridge – Holbeach 77.2 km Now it is time. I finally write on with a little delay and want to start immediately in English, because the last thing I wrote were loud requests to campsites, of course all in English. Well, here I stay with German. In the morning we get up just on time. Actually we had planned to sleep out, but somehow nothing will come of it. So we get up and quickly clear the tent when we…
Bishop’s Stortfort – Trumpington 57.6 / 68.7 km Like last night, without a place to sleep, we don’t want to do it again. Since the public mail on couchsurfing was not answered, we look around for a campsite, just south just outside Cambridge. So we have the opportunity to wash, shower and visit the city in the afternoon. That is what we did. There were some hills along the way, but otherwise the track is beautiful. Apart from the fact…
London – Bishop’s Stortdfort 96.7 km … By the way! We slept with a super cool older gentleman who was about to pour his flowers in a field with toilet! But from the front. In the morning we are off to the Thames with some chaos in the hostel quite early. There we are supposed to pass through the tunnel, like the old Elbe tunnel in Hamburg. But apparently they have not only the optics, but also the quirks together……
Plate feet The day starts again in the rain. That doesn’t bother us, because we only have to go to the bus. In one of the new red double-decker buses, we even have seats at the top of the list. So we can observe the city during the trip. And how the bus has to drive a diversion to get stuck in traffic jams. After some reflection, we just get off and continue on foot. That was a good decision,…
Faversham – Greenwich 100 km In the forest we are awake early. After a quick breakfast and a look into the sky, it is finally clear: it’s not just as far as Gravesend, but it’s just greenwich. And there for two days in a hostel. In the morning it goes quite fast over the first hills and especially down. Only gradually do individual people come to meet us, later many churchgoers. It’s Sunday. Thus the question is also clarified whether…
In England there are road signs: “Passage for carriages forbidden”. In Canterbury, a carriage came to meet us. But there was no sign. There are also strange fences in England that regularly put riders of fully loaded bikes to the test. Maybe that’s why there are NO fully loaded bikes in England except for those of two crazy Germans… In the evening then the big adventure. Since Caron’s request on Facebook has been liked many times, but no one offers…
Let’s start at the end – or in this case the here and now: we are in Margate, on the North Sea coast of England and have the first (half) day on the bike behind us. Home – Dunkirk – Margate Nearly 40 km It is now too late for a detailed report, so there is only a brief summary: – The weather: It rains. Who would have thought that? We don’t seem to be, because we manage to be…