Henry III Goes To The Seaside
Brand new tyres - well you have to scrub them in don't you. A few hundred kilometres should do it nicely.
So Henry III and I set off for the coast. I've got a real proper paper map and we manage to avoid every major road and stick only to the tiny country roads: lotsa potholes and cow pats; single lane with oncoming maniacs; lush green countryside with resident horses, sheep, goats; lovely quiet twisties - Bliss!!
We had lunch in Lewes and then cruised down to Newhaven, Seaford, around the coast then back to Alfriston, which is like stepping back in time. As you would expect, lots of quaint little English villages - most of them decked out in their finery for the Diamond Jubilee.
Ol' Liz has been our Queen for 60 years - my how time flies.
I seem to remember England similarly decked out in 1973 when I was first here aged 9. The whole school had bunting and posters with the Union Jack and I couldn't figure out why they had left off the Southern Cross.
1973 could have been the Silver Jubilee - I'll have to Google it later.
Henry had a play on the cliff road and even though it was mid-week, it was still overrun by tourists. We saw the Seven Sisters, the Litlington White Horse and the Long Man.
Cruised back north along the back roads and got wonderfully lost again. I had stopped on the side of the road to consult the map when a bicyclist pulled up to help. Spent the next 15 minutes chatting about good riding roads etc. I love two wheels!!!
Got back to Sharpthorne early evening after Henry and I had got to know each other well. He needs to be liberated from his screen and also needs some bar-ends to balance the handlebars a bit better. He has a different variator than Mrs Mac so he reacts a little differently through corners. All my unused riding muscles were screaming at me but the sun was shining and I was at peace with the world.