Well I wouldn’t do it again but im glad I did. I still have the bike and Chris has his. Yes I like to think were still mates and we still talk over the internet. Would I advise you to do it? Yes most certainly.
One life. Live it.
Still looking good I rode today to Goodwood festival.
Showing additional tools. Spare sprocket. Epoxy putty. Tow rope. Tape. Cable ties etc.
We cleared Weymouth docks and could have been packing anything as we tipped out without realising there was no customs. The ferry was quiet and despite its costs the internet didn’t work on board. We arrived ten thirty pm and stayed at a friends for the night. We spent the morning clearing the shower waste.
We pottered home on country roads through Winchester and Guildford. Stopped in Weybridge to visit my mum and say hello. I was told off for not sending postcards. We got back to Teddington and had tea and crumpets. Then it was goodbye after 11 months on the road.
Home again.
Bike to bed.
We did indeed do it.
Goodbye boots.
Now to start the awaiting jobs round the house. Its been emotional……
Various photos.
War tunnels.
6000 year old tomb.
Reservoir.
Leaving Jersey.
Its a great place to visit but very small. Alot of the houses are awful 70 s style with occasional pretty cottages and manor house buildings. Alot of the new stuff is ultra modern glass and chrome. I didn’t take many pictures as I only have the phone camera.
If you visit book early and you get better deals on travel. It cost £175 for us to get from Jersey to Weymouth one way. Its only four hours via Guernsey.
The sun was behind the town in Guernsey but to be fair it looked alot prettier than the Jersey towns.
Fort at Guernsey harbour.
After 11 months and a few days, 30000 km on the road we left our friends Mark. Judy .Ollie and Phoebe We toured the island and briefly got into second gear due to the speed limits. We saw some fancy cars and wondered why you would bother. Top speed on the Rock is 40 mph with villages at 20 and lanes at 15.
We got royally spoilt by our hosts and I slept in a bed for the whole time while Chris stayed out in the garden. Im writing this from the ferry one hour from England and finally home. I’ll have a roundup of details when I arrive home such as costs and anything of interest.
Tonight we will stay in Bournemouth area with Charlotte. Im picking up home network now. More pictures of Jersey and docking at Guernsey briefly tomorrow.
We stayed out of town on a good campsite complete with ruined château(Domaine De La Ville Huchet). The nights were a lot warmer and the sun shone. Morning time saw heavy dews. The only problem being a noisy road.St Malo is hugely developed outside almost like a giant industrial estate with many big name shops. Centre of town is massively touristy and extremely expensive. We hit the pick and mix and dropped €18 !
Lovely beaches.
Probably our last nights camping.
In Jersey drying the tents after a five thirty a.m start in St Malo. We stopped here for breakfast. And met a lovely guy who gave us a history lesson and we fed sausages to his dogs.
I swam in the harbour.
Jersey is Very small. Speed limits mean you cant get out of first gear.
Our current campsite Le Picard is in Tournieres. It a lovely location and handy for trips out to the local museum’s and war memorials. There is so much to see and learn about the invasion and the war memorials are quite emotional when you see the same date of death on hundreds of crosses.
The area is beautiful and villages look clean and prosperous. I’ll put up some pics but the quality will be poor as they are off the phone. 
Omaha beach.
From a gun emplacement.
Gun bunker. 155mm cannon.
Remains of bunkers. The craters are huge.
Anyone who has been on a package tour to Spain will know we are still trying to sieze the beaches and swimming pools from the German occupation. The breakfast buffet can become a hostile theatre of war.
Camping Picard lake.
Local Château
They have hundreds of old churches. Looks like Cotswold stone.
Memorial windows.
The church Mr. Steele got caught on.
He survived.
Very good museum but only if you read French.
The local chickens eating the cheese sauce I spilt on the grass. We leave in two hours heading for Jersey at the weekend then after 11 months of travel and over 30,000 kms we will return home. The sun here is finally shining on us.
The roads are great. The villages Tudor style and croissants abound from the patisseries on a sunday when everything else is shut.
You could easily nip over here for a weekend. You must carry a warning triangle and spare bulbs. A fluro coat. Two breathalysers to ensure your breath has plenty of garlic on it and a minimum of 200 grammes of soft cheese plus baguettes. Bent coppers can be bribed with onions.
Looks good enough to eat.
Teepee Pete. He lives in this and is off to Sweden he even has a heater in it.
The towns and villages are so pretty. Its the best bit of France I have seen.
Were at Kavons Dads site now Le Picard. Chris is in the pool.
Off to the Normandy beaches today.
Im struggling to put any more pictures up due to poor Internet. But in the meantime with spare time aplenty I have conducted a test to see if chickens have a code of moral conduct. Basically when offered a boiled egg our feathered friends will happily eat it. So the outcome is negative. I will offer one a bargain bucket from KFC next.
This chicken is morally bankrupt
We blasted out of Holland after sad farewells from our fine hosts who probably breathed a sigh of relief as we left. The sun shone as Nigel predicted and we had a dry but blowy ride through the countryside into Belgium. We cruised through pretty villages on roads heavily used by freight trucks sitting on our tail pipes as usual hoping to crush us so as to get to the depot six seconds earlier than expected. I didn’t take pictures as I only have my scratchy phone now. The nav took us through Brussels which we mistook for Morocco. Maybe we only saw the tatty bit. Into France and classic villages playing hide and seek with drivers. Rolling countryside and war memorials wall to wall. Its easy to forget France was devastated by two wars that they also didn’t start. Lots of Brit cars outside the memorials visiting lost ones from a century ago. We stopped for a sandwich by the road before pushing on to Neuf Chatel – en Bray to campsite Saint Claire which is lovely. The town has some great architecture and large shopping malls populated by “Les Chavs “. There is a path following an old rail track right out to Dieppe which would make a fine cycle ride with a tent during a hot dry summer unlike the monsoon season we are currently experiencing again. Two guys arrived on BMW s last night and we had a long chat about pros and cons of long term bike travel. They left this morning(Saturday) . France seems very quiet rurally but this may because your average Jean Claude reputedly attends work 37 hours a week excluding brandy stops and five hours for lunch, so he works a total of 12 hours. Annual holiday 5 weeks and some national holidays mean that after taking 78 days sick leave as a given he will attend work on occasional Wednesdays as long as the country is not riding tractors down the Champs Elysees on strike. Somehow it works and this northern part is clean green and well worth seeing. The local folk like “Les Rostbifs” as we helped during the tricky years and they are very friendly.
Very colourful town.
jon and Chris Motorcycle adventure 