The ferry crossing was uneventful. I had a cabin and spent most of it asleep. There was the usual cabaret, disco, bingo etc, but I just didn’t have the energy! When we docked and I returned to the car deck there was a crowd of people standing around my bike.
Oh dear. Had it fallen over? Leaked fuel? Been damaged on some other way? Nope, they were just curios as to how I’d got it here. I told them I rode it, a little puzzled – I mean, how else would I have got it here? People still seem to think it’s an amazing achievement.
Maybe I’ve had incredibly good luck, but (so far at least) it’s been fairly straightforward. But now it’s time to catch up with a couple of old friends in Newcastle before heading home.