Ease my Brexit shroom – Daan sawwf
Now in that quantitatively eased bubble, London.
Moored up near where my little sister was born, Kingston town.
It looks kind of new in the main.
Whilst the rest of the country lives in poverty, London seems to be doing very well, thank you very much.
Ease my bubble
It’s not just a north/south divide, it’s a London/rest of the country divide.
I say this recently having travelled from the very top, to the very bottom.
John O’Groats to Lands End.
The trillions handed to the bankers in bonds is has trickled down for sure… straight into the home counties and London, creating a ‘shroom’ of wealth and wellbeing never-ending…
You can see where the thinking is behind that.
I can see why the rest of the country voted Brexit now.
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On the Thames again
This time, heading into London to pick up my post….
It started raining at around Marlow.
All my gear is wet, so I’m drying it out on the fire, as well as cooking my dinner….
Taking a narrowboat on the Thames
I wrote a guide about this last year.
It’s true, moorings are easier to find further down.
Currently I’m in Windsor. I can see the castle from my window as I eat my dinner and drink my Guinness.
Here’s some pictures from the journey along.
Day 56 – Newquay to Lands End
Last day.
It’s taken 56 days to make the whole journey; from John O’Groats to Lands End.
I’ll do a summary of some stats in the next post, but here’s to final day – Newquay to Lands End.
Started off misty.
This was taken cycling out of Newquay.
Much less wind
Made it a much more pleasant journey.
My pedal had also ceased, which was putting some considerable drag on me which I hadn’t realised.
I got this fixed by an RAC man sitting on the A30 just outside Newquay.
A little WD40 and a lot of oil.
The Newquay to Lands End stretch was a lot more pleasant.
Here’s some photographic mementos from the journey.
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Day 55 – Tavistock to Newquay
A whole day with the the wind in my face. A full 16-30 kph of it.
Pedalling down the hills kind of style.
In addition, Google decided I was a CAR and sent my down the A30.
So
THANKS GOOGLE
Pain in the ass…..
Anyway. I’m here now.
Holed up in the Griffin Inn, right in the very heart of Newquay. Party capital of the south coast.
I’m having a shower and feeling absolutely shattered.
Newquay
Fancied fish & chips, seeing as it was a Friday.
By the time I had all washed up and had a little nap, it was getting on for 9.
Some of the places had stopped serving food.
After a walk down to Fistral Beach and taking a look in the Atlantic Hotel and the Red Lion, I settled on this place, The Dolphin, which had seasonable prices and was still serving.
Nansledan
Happened across this village.
Nanslesdan.
They have invested a lot in paint and breeze-blocks to put the place up in the middle of no-where.
It’s another one of those ‘Poundbury’, self styled ‘good ideas’, from the same people that bought you ‘Poundbury’, (surprise surprise).
10 out of 10 for choice of colours. Bohemian, sort of reminiscent of central European housing of a certain era, with all the funny colours and what not.
It seems that central Europe has come to Newquay, or that’s the impression I got. Airlifted, and dropped in from a height, like and alien invasion.
Today, I’m taking the final leg of my trip, to Sennen, the closest village to Lands End.