The big breakfast

A couple of days ago Young Masher and I finally had our occasional ‘meet up for a brew, a chew, and a (insert rhyming word for “chat” here later, ed)’.

He’s already discussed it here because he’s quicker off the mark than I, so I’ll not repeat verbatim except to say the All Day Breakfast portions were of the Oh My Goodness size and kept me going until breakfast the next day.

Anyway, the route.

I could have nipped across to Grantham and then pottered straight down the A1 (surely this road is in the running for Most Boring Road Ever?) which would have got me almost directly to the venue. Instead I trundled sedately down in a sort of left-handed indirect route which took me through Melton Mowbray, Eye Kettleby, past the Iron Age hillfort at Burrough Hill, through Oakham, around Rutland Water, past the former RAF North Luffenham (I saluted the old place), through the imaginatively-titled South Luffenham and arrived at Two Flags Café.

Young Masher, it should be mentioned, arrived on his gleaming machine two minutes later.

After a couple of hours of chat and chew (and slurps of brews), we clasped hands, bade farewell and puddled off in different directions.

This time I pottered along the right-handed indirect route and passed through Ketton, Tinwell, Stamford, Essendine, Toft and through my semi-destination, Bourne. Then across country to Grantham (the Bourne-Grantham road is one of the better motorcycling routes in these parts) and thence home.

Like the fool I am, I forgot to a) time both legs and b) record mileage but who the heck cares? I had a great time – thoroughly enjoyed the ride and it was nice to meet up with Young Masher once again.

The Ninja behaved herself impeccably and not once did we break speed limits.

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