Skeggy or bust

Summer's here so it made sense to make a dash for the seaside. Having already done the close beaches we decided to have a run to Skegness, because, well, it's there.

Do-it-Dave roared up and backed it in to the driveway just in time for the obligatory greasy spoon breakfast to tide us over on the journey. Lard requirements taken care of we spent all together too much time attaching the go-pro cameras to the bikes. The roll-bar mounts we've invested in allow the camera to me mounted on the front forks nice and low down giving a good camera angle. They are buggers to get on though as the screws are on the inside of the forks not the outside.

Cinematic requirements taken care off, a quick fill up at the station to allow "progress to be made", then off we went.

Do-it-Dave prepares to make progress

 
The first leg was up the A1 to Peterborough where we fell at one of the first hurdles when the road I thought we wanted to take was actually closed. It turns out my superb navigational skills had temporarily let me down though and the road was open. The closed one was nothing to do with us. D'oh.

What do you mean we drive on the left here?

Finding the right road (the A16 which leads most of the way to Skegness) we were on the home stretch but this bit of road was full of tractors all doing 5mph. In both directions preventing overtaking!!! (only one direction at a time, they weren't quantum tractors). Luckily when gaps did appear the horses under our control sprang into action making short work of getting past things.

At Boston (the English one... my navigation skills aren't that bad) a run up the A52 took us right into Skeggy itself. Which was full :(

Having looked on the web for bike parking and failing miserably before setting off a random carpark was chosen (the fact it was next to the donut stall is mere coincidence). However, during a wee break it turned out not to be the optimum one (see map later for the free bike park).

Donuts (did I mention them) were taken care off in short order, and some pics taken to prove we got here.

Top Donuts!!!

On my right... the sea.

Setting the world to rights.

Bless.. he's all worn out.

To avoid tractors on the way back we headed over to Grantham and the roads were empty (who would want to go to Grantham anyway) allowing good progress to be made. After a minor discussion at the lights about which was the A1 south (they could mark it "The South"... that would help) we successfully negotiated Grantham and escaped alive. Do-it-Dave made a run for the border and I caught up with him having a kip in a lay-by several miles later. Yoof of today eh. No stamina :p

Made it back with just over 200 miles on the clock. A grand day out!


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