Plod to Portsmouth

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Just as well I’d anticipated problems travelling on a Sunday. The train broke down, then trundled a slow march through Wiltshire into Hampshire before finally pulling into Portsmouth Harbour.

Slight exchange of opinions at the station as half the train waited behind a non operational barrier before climbing on the bike and starting the trip proper. Albeit 2 miles along the flattest and smoothest tarmac you’ll ever hope to see. 

Checked in at Portsmouth with the cars and campers before dumping the bike in the bike shed and taking refuge in the bar. We sail in a few hours, St Malo awaits!!




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