Left home at 18:30and met Dave at the Tesco unleaded as arranged. No worries, We got to he premier Travel Inn to meet Mark, Dave and Tim at 20:00, no show, at 21:00 we get a call from a little chef on the A12. They are having a meal where are we, that was the way it started!
When they arrived at the correct Premier inn we set of for Harwich, down the wrong road, me in the lead, Dave takes over with the sat nav and we get to the docks well in time for the sailing. 4 in one room Dave K on his own, lucky boy!
Boat was very nice, as was the food, god rooms and comfy bed. Fine, well yes but both Dave T and I snore for England, so each kept the other awake as for Tim & Mark ho hum.
We go to bed at 01:00, they wake us at 05:00, cream crakered
As arranged we meet the other's at the services, Mick was there already. Sort out the gear and away as a group for 64miles then pull over for a break and a fill up. Mick decides to run ahead on his own, no worries we follow on behind. It goes pear shaped as you would expect. First we get split up into two groups, then 5 of us turn of to find a petrol stop, Dave and Mark T miss us, then Dave is taken unwell so they (Mike S & Andy) stop to help him out. Meanwhile Allan, John, Dave K Tim and I go in search of the elusive food stop, off motorway of course. We get politely told to move the machines if we are not going to eat at the ice cream shop, so we move on, for 40 mile's to find a mc Donalds, YEH! At last somewhere open, we ate. Refreshed we leave, I get on my stead and rock it off the main stand, it fell over, with me on it. So in my haste and embarrassment and on the advice of one of the lads I turn to leave, they follow me, only to find we have gone around the drive through and are now stuck behind the car's! Dave K and John who did not see us move of turn the right way, see us and cannot help but take photographs, for posterity of course.
350 miles we did today, the theres did around 270 mile,swell we saw more of Germany the way we went, but me the Transalp and knobleys don't do twisties. Oh no!
Tonight we sleep well in an F1, with a dodgy door lock, tomorrow we go to Berlin.