In a Croydon hotel after a nightmare journey from Biggin Hill, following Jon Cook by car through soul-less streets. Quite bad tempered. Some Eastern European girl at the reception didn’t know about credit cards so I had to advance £61.00 in cash against Jon’s credit card, and wait for him to redeem it.
Long tangled day, telling people I was off, cancelling appointments to do with BW’s book, and haven’t eaten since a smelly kipper this morning at 0900.
Part of me thinks I just have to set off and go each day as far as I can.
I am apprehensive about the adventure, yet it is well within my powers. It’s because of having to run to catch up. I plotted my own route across Europe, and will give the co-ordinates in the air to Miles. I may have to do my own co-ordinates on my back-up GPS in the air as well. It’s 90 miles to Le Touquet, and that should give me an idea of my general speed. After that I will avoid Paris by heading for Troyes, Macon, and then east of Lyons down the Rhone Valley.
Don’t fancy going over the Alps at all, never mind it being cold, as RMH says. He would do it in the early morning. I want to get to the mediaeval city of Carpentras by tomorrow night, and then go along the Med coast and over the Alps north of Genoa, where it’s only 5,000 feet, descending into the Milanese plane and then coasting down south as far as I can get. |
