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... then Julie came along and bet their rock stacking record which won her an
ice cream (16 rocks stacked on top of each other in case you were wondering). We
all got ice creams and headed back after a big day at the beach. Who would have
thought that 18 degrees was hot, you could sunbake in a thermal, and rock
castles instead of sand castles counts as beach fun. How things have changed.
Next week Nick will be writing from the city of de love.
... It was
basically like a randomly generated walking tour of the city and we got to stop
off at some awesome music, art, drama and dance events along the way. The
highlight was a band from the Shetlands playing in Greyfriars Kirk, really cool
day and a great way to finish our first trip to Scotland.
Our second trip to Scotland was for the Up Helly Aa Viking festival. Along the
way we also got to see the snow in the Scottish mountains, ...
... every day! Julia’s mom (Fiona’s cousin) told me that uniforms are better because there are less arguments about clothes in the morning. WHATEVER! I still wouldn’t want to do that. Second, did you know that people drive on the wrong hand side of the road? I found it strange but no one seemed to care..they just laughed when I asked why? They told me that in the old days with knights and such they would carry their swords ...
And so, eventually we landed in Gatwick and stepped right into the 1960s. I had never been to Gatwick airport and so was previously unaware of the existence of a time portal which forced the main terminal to stay in 1965. After our virtually perfect European train experiences, our train into London was delayed for half an hour due to a signal failure north of Croydon, which was of little surprise to someone used to the British rail network. ...
... sight of the sea!
A slight miscalculation by Finn meant we ended up in Portslade instead of Hove, adding extra miles to hard day in the saddle. The saving grace was it was as flat as a pancake. Once arriving at Lauren and Joe's we hit the shower to clean away 2 days of sweat and bike oil. The feeling was euphoric, especially when Joe cooked us a lovely curry. After eating we strolled over to the pub for a few, they went down with considerable ease. Once ...