Cometh the hour, Cometh the Van

It's very late, but we are here. Where 'here ' is exactly is a Travel Lodge in Falkirk. Not the most fancy of locations but after 12 hours of travelling, it is a palace.

Our van is a little trooper, formally owned by the Royal Mail its not exactly mint condition but as you can see from the pic, it took all our stuff (after an interesting tetris style packing session) and its not too thirsty. We have high hopes it'll make the 1500 miles ahead.

That's about all there is to say today, apart from a quick intro to my tormentor in chief/best friend for the next 10 days- my bike. It hasn't got a name yet, but i get the feeling by the middle
of next week it may well have my number...


Tomorrow brings another 6 hours in the van, then our first 40 miles on the bike before we attempt to watch England play..in a pub in Scotland. Lets hope the locals are feeling friendly, maybe we'll buy them some buckfast and a deep fried mars bar to do our bit for international relations. And, on that slightly racist note, I think its time to hit the Travelodge hay. zzzzz