I’m not sure whether it’s the 40 piece family cutlery set or the Le Cruset casserole dishes but my bike seems considerably heavier than makes any sense! I can barely lift it off the ground so it should be fun trying to manhandle it on to a train tomorrow morning. If I put my back out at Piccadilly station I’ll just embark upon a hideous deception for the next few weeks and post a series of outrageously exciting adventures from my ‘travels in Spain’.
I am carrying a few days supply of food to save some pennies and more clothes than I will hopefully need once I get established in Spain. I’m sure my first encounters with northern Spain’s mountains will promote a more lightweight approach. I’ll try to resist my hoarding instinct and ditch some kit when I get the chance.
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| A fully loaded touring bike |
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| An overloaded touring bike |
I’m hoping my train tomorrow won’t be packed out with Liverpool supporters heading down to Wembley, I’d read there is a shortage of trains from Liverpool so it may be! I need to change trains at Newton Abbott in Devon which means manhandling ‘The Tank’ again. I’ll stay in Plymouth tomorrow night but will try to resist a night out on Union Street!
I’m not sure when I’ll next get the chance to update this blog, maybe from my Oxygen tent in a hospital in the Basque country?
I think my pre-match nerves are on a par with those youngsters playing at Wembley tomorrow, can’t wait for the whistle to blow!
Let the journey begin.
2 Wheels and a Walking Stick 