Day 8

Well. Milford Haven was probably the worst place to go in this area. Found a much more pleasant campsite about 15 miles along the coast. A totally clear night, got some funy looks doing my washing but nobody likes a stinky biker. makes you wonder what caravan people do for clean clothes. Maybe they just stink which is why they never go out and socialise?


Woke up to another bright sunny day. Took a fair bit of mapwork and wrong turns to get there today. I could have just blasted along the A40 but that's pretty boring. Unfortunately, the councils in South Wales appear to have spent their entire roadsign budget on signs telling you to slow down, in both English and Welsh, some of which have flashng lights. As a result, there is nothing to tell you a) Which road you're on. b) Where it goes and c) How far away it is. So, I reckon instead of preventing accidents by slowing people down, they have caused them by making people do unexpected u-turns and loiter at junctions wondering where to go.

The memorial stone at Llandow was just on the side of the road, a wee bit treacherous if you aren't on a bike that can go on the verge. The Sigingtone one was tucked away round a corner a few miles down the road. Went in past the Enfield dealers at Llandow airfield. Jolly friendly chaps but unfortunately for them, the bike seems to be running fine with nothing having fallen off *touch wood*.

Might take it a bit easier tomorrow. I'm well enough ahead on ladmarks and I have a mate who lives in Newport which is just along the coast.

This coastal part of Wales seems very crowded. No big towns, just a constant stream of small villages and towns. I'll be glad then I get out of constant 30-40-30-40-30 speed limits. The choice seems to be either motorway or do 40. They even slap a 40 limit on any twisty out of town bits that might offer a break from the tedium and numb bum. There are enough speed cameras about that it's not worth the risk pushing my dangerous speed machine to its comfortable cruising speed of 50mph.