As blogged, we decided to head to NLLUG on two wheels, just for a change. The weather for the past few weeks had been good, and fingers were crossed that it would hold.
Obviously the wrong fingers. At one point the night before heading off, the flood/storm/you must be fucking nuts warnings were taking hold and I was going to just book flights for the Thursday. But, decided to wait until the morning.
5am – Get up in Belfast. Weather looks ok. Wind is now not at hurricane strength and rain was manageable.
5.30am – On the road from Belfast to Larne. Very dark, lots of trucks. Lots of water on the road. Not fun but ok.
7.00am – Ferry to Troon. Said goodbye to Larne.
Two hours later – said hello to Scotland.
A distinct lack of sunshine, dryness and/or heat. Compensated by a sideways wind that was ‘interesting’. Onwards to Dalkeith via Glasgow and Edinburgh and finally a very damp arrival at our meeting point. Bill turned up later own, trying his best to impersonate a mermaid. If you look closely enough you will see the waterline on his t-shirt.
Onwards to Newcastle, where it changed from rain to downpour for about an hour. In fact, it just stopped raining about 4 miles away from the ferry, where we stopped to shake off water.
Food was great, entertainment was.. well. Here is a few seconds (after the bingo).
Bed by 10pm. So tired that Buchan’s snoring only work me 4 times. Awake to see the sky had decided to barf pure fluid on us for the last part of the outward trip. Here is me at the same bar from earlier.
…and muppets at the front of the bike queue turned up after we were all ready to leave, but then the interesting rain, traffic and sat nav instructions on my iPhone got us eventually to our hotel, where our bikes and us are drying out. Onwards to the conference!