The White Horse
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... were very good. We then had lunch at the edge of the national park. There was a photo exhibition which was amazing, showing the natural world in all its glory. During our trip into the park we were lucky enough to see wild wallabies, wombats and a porcupine, it was a very good trip. The weather was iffy, we needed brollys and waterproofs, but soon dried off. Our return to the mainland was again bumpy, but not too ...
We visited relatives on the IOW on Saturday and then took ferry to Portsmouth in the evening. Rode to Chichester in the evening to visit daughter Holly. Sunday we had to buy a new tyre and fit it as we discovered a bulge that might give way. Had a relaxing day with just a few miles ridden. We camped with a great view of Chichester harbour, see ...
... to bed we went with Cal and Emma to an amazing English pub at the top of Devil's Dyke. We had some extremely scrumptious puddings sitting by the open fire.
Yesterday (Friday) we went with the Stewart clan to the famous Brighton Pier, a long pier with carnival perched on top of it and GIANT Seagulls!!! I cannot understate the term giant here. They really resembled humans dressed in seagull suits they were of such proportion. Emma and Chloe were enjoying the famous donuts ...
... months with my aunts' families in South Africa was really quite something. What makes it even more amazing is that my parents and I could never have embarked on this journey together for this length of time at any other point before now. Today marked the first day of my Terminal Leave from the Army and at the end of March I will officially become a "civvy!" Mum and Dad are both now able to leave their ...
... go as far as to say that Athlete made my time in Portsmouth worthwhile. Maybe.
After Athlete, it was time to head home. Proper home this time, not just the country I was born in. It was time for family, and Yorkshire, and all the places I can sometimes remember.
As the train rolled by, the landscape began to change. The hills started happening, the walls turned dry-stone, and the stops got smaller. Everything went green. I was not in Kansas anymore. Or was I? Wait ...