Home sweet home

Sleep was intermittent to say the least. With every wave the ferry crashed through the ship shuddered and car alarms started sounding. Sleeping on the top bunk I was very conscious that it would be easy to fall.

In the early hours the seas calmed a bit and I managed some sleep, spread out like a fat starfish to avoid any rolling. At breakfast the rest of the motley crew began to surface. Jim and Simon, being both nautical chaps, were doing fine. Julian and Chris were fairing badly. Neither had eaten since Santander and one wasn't drinking either. The announcement that the ship would be docking late due to the weather didn't raise their spirits.

The bikes were fine when we came to retrieve them and we rode out of Plymouth in much cooler air than we'd become accustomed to over the previous days. We'd arranged to meet at the Exeter services before going our separate ways. Thunder clouds dotted the sky and every now and then there would be a cloudburst.

After a burger and saying our goodbyes we all headed to our respective homes. I donned my wet weather gear and it was not long till I needed it. Indeed I seemed to find a whole heap of weather on my way home. The hailstones bouncing off my helmet in a freezing microburst was probably my favorite!

And so ends another little adventure. It was an absolute pleasure to get to know all the guys on the trip. It'd be good to think we may get together again. Phil and I are already talking obout future adventures.

I hope you've enjoyed my capers and thanks for reading. Till next time!

JD.