Earlier this morning I took the Bandit out for a little run.
To the seaside.
To Weston-super-Mare.
Yes, it was about 1c when I set off.
Which made the windchill, at speeds (ahem) close to the national speed limit, somewhere around minus 7c.
But the sun shone.
So I went.
Because I was motorbiking I didn’t take the motorways; I took the opportunity to cut right across the countryside, and had a few stops along the way.
During one ‘thawing out’ stop at a Tesco, I saw this epic example of parking fail:
But I was soon at the seaside…
And as if that wasn’t enough…
And also…
Actual donkeys on the actual beach!
After a hot chocolate (or two) and a toasted sandwich (just the one), I hopped back on to the Bandit and came home.
Because I’m bonkers, obv.
Here’s the route:
I toyed with the idea. But then it snowed, so I didn’t bother.
You – on the other hand – are bonkers.
obv.
Morning, Sir Masher of Mash! It was a grand and glorious but bitterly cold day, but on the return leg I hit snow when I got to Burford. What the hell?
Also, had an interesting time watching a B1-B land at an allegedly dormant US facility that begins with F and ends in airford.