Well that CTC lot are a friendly bunch, not! There was four of them in front of me as we queued to check in for the ferry last night. Did they talk to me? No! Did they acknowledge me? No! What a bunch of self obsessed tossers!
Although I did force them to speak to me and found out that they were from Cambridge.
I bumped into them again later in the night! There was a hold up in the queue at the cafe, and who was causing it? One of those idiots from the CTC! Quibbling over the price of his food, thinking he’d been over charged! He hadn’t.
The sailing was none eventful, once on board I had a couple of pints then went to bed.
Funny thing this morning, that CTC lot, the ones that didn’t want to talk to me last night! All of a sudden they did! Thet wanted to know where the railway station was! So what did I do? Did I ignore them? Did I pretend I didn’t know where it was? No, I was very good and took them there, even though it was out of my way!
The ride home was okay and I stopped off in Chichester for a few bits. And what just happened to be going on there? A French market!
It’s been an enjoyable fortnight away, and I’ve enjoyed being on the road, even though I’ve been suffering! And will possibly be going away again soon!
Total miles covered on this little tour 688.