On the way home

I’m currently sitting just by the shop / bar on the Condor ferry about a third of the way into the trip.  Been a lovely trip so far although everyone immediately around me looks a tad tired or queasy!

This morning’s early start was fine although the heat and this club banging out tunes a couple of streets away until 5 in the morning didn’t help.

The drive to Poole was fine – all country roads so a bit more taxing than motorways but we’re used to it from back home in all honesty – well except we’re doing 60mph along them here (I didn’t want to hold anyone behind me up!)

Poole saw us have a lovely shopping trip to Asda and Primark and then a bit of queuing for the boat. And I guess that’s about it really.

It has been such a busy couple of days but really good fun. We will definitely come back to Cardiff sometime – probably for next year’s SGP I guess – it really seems a lovely place and I’d have loved an extra day there. The company I’ve had has been pretty wonderful too! Back to work tomorrow! Shame! 🙂

Cardiff, air horns and a very happy Aussie

I’m writing this wide awake in bed after an amazing whirlwind day. It started with a shopping trip to Ikea which went ok, an unscheduled shopping trip to Tesco including buying something to wear for the SGP as we managed to leave my nice shirt behind! Doh!

Then in the car on the motorways and into Wales. I was far more confident on the motorways than ever before and I guess that will leave me well prepared for driving in Cyprus later this year.

The traffic was a bit nasty around the Severn toll gates but we only lost 20 minutes or so. We ended up losing much more time trying to find a decent car park around our hotel.

By the time we got our room I really had to dash off to the Millennium Stadium for the Speedway GP. I got there eventually with an assist again from the GPS (even though it took me through a shopping centre!) in plenty of time to enjoy the gorgeous food in the Dragon Lounge.

Everyone around the table I joined seemed lovely and slightly bizarrely everyone seemed to not only know Jersey but been there some time or other.

I went through to the stadium proper about an hour ahead of the event and I was immediately struck by the sheer size of the place. Someone near me guessed they had 40,000 people in there.

All night long whenever one of the British riders came up there was a nearly deafening wave of air horns – it all made for an amazing atmosphere all night even if for a time the racing itself wasn’t great.

In the end the man of the night was Chris Holder. Last time I saw him he was getting taken to hospital with a suspected broken arm yet 2 weeks later he’s on top of the world!

It’s all added up to a fantastic but tiring day. Yet it’s up bright and early – about 7-ish – to drive to Poole and catch the return ferry. Well be a shame to be heading home so soon but I’m sure we’ll be back one day!

On the water and on the road

I’m writing this having had a lovely trip firstly on the boat to Guernsey then on to Weymouth and then driving up to Bristol for the night.

The boat started us off on the right foot by leaving early. That boat trip was great although the sea was a tad lumpy due to a little swell. The second leg of the journey to Weymouth was as smooth as anything.

We got a little stuck on the boat as we were just about amongst the last half dozen or so cars to come off & then we got a bit more stuck in Weymouth town centre due, I guess, to rush hour traffic.

We got the GPS thingie into action right away and it guided us through the town and out of it beautifully. All the way up here it’s been fab actually and it’s made a usually dull job like map reading seem half decent.

The drive to Bristol was great stopping off on the way at this Little Chef in Chard which I’m assured I visited a few years back. Leaving there Jean did drive in the wrong direction and then later “the GPS took it upon itself to change to Cardiff” taking us slightly in the wrong way but not really too far out to be fair.

After settling the kids down Jean and I shared a nice drink at the bar next to the hotel ending the night beautifully.

Early start from one of the kids aside i had a good sleep and an even better breakfast. Off to Cardiff today and can’t wait! Sooo excited.

Finally whilst here I saw some news on tv which was coming from Rothbury after Raoul Moat died. At one stage the BBC said it may take tine for the town to return to normal – and that got me thinking maybe they should clear off then and let them heal without thousands of lenses all over town.