So I said in my opening post that my duties running the boys around were complete. I was wrong. Saturday was spent at another wet and (very) muddy rugby club with the youngest, although I do really enjoy watching him play. He has just started playing adult rugby as he now qualifies being 17 years old and has managed to work his way up from the 5th team to the 2nd team in the short few months he’s been playing. Saturday was his debut for the 2’s and they were playing at an unfamiliar club to him so I was asked to be dads taxi again. The weather was so awful Saturday that I wouldn’t have got the bike out anyway but I could’ve got on with some jobs indoors which would save me earache on Sunday when I did get the bike out.
Sunday’s weather was a little improved. It was grey and overcast with quite a strong southwesterly wind blowing which made for some interesting moments on the more exposed stretches of road but soon enough I got used to the gusts and just rode into them a little. My mood wasn’t improved though as when I took the bike out of the garage and put it onto its stand on the driveway to return to shut the garage door a seagull decided to deposit it’s breakfast right down the side of the nice shiny petrol tank.
As I came off the island on the old Kingsferry Bridge road I performed my first A road overtake since getting the bike. A car was doing 40ish in the 50 limit so with nothing coming I gave it a bit of right wrist and shot past him when the road was clear. I’m obviously getting a little braver. The whistle of the triple is a pleasure to hear when you open the throttle so with the noise and the thrill over the overtake I settled in for an enjoyable ride.
I had no plan in mind as to where I was going, just a rough direction to head and see where the mood took me as I want to explore some of the towns and villages of Kent and surrounding areas that I’ve never been too. So I headed towards Faversham down the A2 before joining the A251 down as far as Challock and then turned left infront of the Halfway House and onto the road towards Canterbury.
I turned off at the picturesque village of Chilham before then heading for Wye where I figured I’d have a refreshments stop.
I stopped at a lovely pub called the Flying Horse in the middle of Wye with Sunday dinner service in full swing but I didn’t partake, I’d stuffed myself full of bacon, sausange, beans and tomoatos before leaving the island, plus I’d have felt like a right Norman No Mates sitting there eating Sunday lunch on my own when everyone else was out with their family. It did smell good none the less and will most likely return at some point with an empty stomach and no doubt the wife and at least one boy in tow as they never turn down a decent meal.
I’d taken my camera with me intending to get some nice photos but the sky had turned much greyer and was threatening a downpour so I never actually took it out but there some nice places around Chilham and Wye, the River Stour runs right through, which I’ll revisit on a better day to get some photos to replace the stock images that the wonderful world of Google has helped me out with here.
From Wye I headed for Ashford where I knew I could pick up the A251 again to head home via a quick picture stop at Eastwell Manor. I tried my best not to get in the way of the wedding that was on so only had time for a quick snap and on my way again.
I enjoyed the ride back up the A251. It’s a decent length rouad with plenty of twists and turns although my cornering at the moment is tentative at best. I could sense the guy in the VW golf behind me thinking what’s he doing as I slowed for the bends and then accelarated away from him again as the road straightened out.
It was then back up the A2 and home (with another overtake thrown in, it’s becoming a bit of a buzz now) and a stop to refuel before putting the bike away. I averaged 69mpg which I thought was OK for the trip and covered around 65 miles. I forgot to zero the trip so will have to trust Google on that one.