From C to not so shining C: riding the C2C or Coast to Coast in England
Rob’s ride from Whitehaven on the Northumbrian coast to Tynemouth on the North Sea in 3 days from May 30, 2019 to June 1, 2019.
May 28: I landed at Harwich after my Rhine ride, and managed to squeak through immigration, or more accurately, I confused the poor immigration lady who asked where I had been (“I rode the Rhine from its source in Switzerland to its estuary at Hook of Holland”, “How long did that take?”, “18 days including one rest day”. Cue: Immigration officer looking confused, looking at my bike, me and then the computer screen. I realized that she was seeing when I last left the country and it wasn’t adding up. “Ah,” saith I, “I live in the States”, “Ah,” respondeth she “That makes sense. Have a good day.”) I took the train to London and then rode from Liverpool Street to Euston, which should have been easy, as I used to ride that route in 1990 when I commuted. Wrong! Hardly recognized a thing! Then it was a train up to Carlisle and a change to a train to Whitehaven, where on May 29 I took a rest day, perhaps foolishly, because it was a lovely day, whereas dum dum dum dum-dum May 30 started drizzly and then rainy and only dried up temporarily at the end.
Rob’s ride from Whitehaven on the Northumbrian coast to Tynemouth on the North Sea in 3 days from May 30, 2019 to June 1, 2019.
May 28: I landed at Harwich after my Rhine ride, and managed to squeak through immigration, or more accurately, I confused the poor immigration lady who asked where I had been (“I rode the Rhine from its source in Switzerland to its estuary at Hook of Holland”, “How long did that take?”, “18 days including one rest day”. Cue: Immigration officer looking confused, looking at my bike, me and then the computer screen. I realized that she was seeing when I last left the country and it wasn’t adding up. “Ah,” saith I, “I live in the States”, “Ah,” respondeth she “That makes sense. Have a good day.”) I took the train to London and then rode from Liverpool Street to Euston, which should have been easy, as I used to ride that route in 1990 when I commuted. Wrong! Hardly recognized a thing! Then it was a train up to Carlisle and a change to a train to Whitehaven, where on May 29 I took a rest day, perhaps foolishly, because it was a lovely day, whereas dum dum dum dum-dum May 30 started drizzly and then rainy and only dried up temporarily at the end.