After a wonderful couple of days at my friends Chris and Natalie's wedding, I've ridden hundreds of miles of motorway to my parents' house near Paris. It's only a brief stop though, and today I carry on down to the Lot, where I start my Rough Guide work. More motorways...
Oh, and for anyone who was at the wedding, it takes just over 3 hours to get from Bristol to Dover on a Sunday. So all my worrying about whether allowing 4 hours would be enough was in vain - I came off the M25 with 1hr45 to go thinking, if Dover is over a hundred miles away it could be tight. "Dover - 62" said the sign. Oh well that's alright then! And I made the earlier ferry. And remembered to ride on the right.