Month: June 2018

So I knew I was at the French Border, or rather had just crossed it, as there was quite a turn out of Gendarmes and Army well armed and looking ready for anything. Needless to say I didn’t take a photo. But I believe it is fairly common as Dunkirk is one of the ports where people try to smuggle themselves into England.

For the last 5 days the biggest hill I’d face was in Ghent and that was not exactly a hill, more a mound. England, or at least the way from Dover to Canterbury used hills with a vengence, I was either sweating up a hill or braking down one, never just cycling on the level.

Since this was the penultimate day of cycling, I decided my bike really needed a clean as, over the weeks, dirt, mud and dust had become attached to the bike. Voila – a clean bike. I think the guy meticulously cleaning his car in the next car wash bay was somewhat perplexed PMB but now I have a shiny bike again,