February and Spring is nearer

 Well that's us into February now and as I said in the title Spring is approaching, thank Christ. Meanwhile it seems everyone else is trying to kill each other and we are been warned by the media that WW3 is near. Have you ever thought who that would benefit? Not you or I and not any of our family's that's for bloody sure, but the politicians? Many of them will have their fingers in an increasingly greasy pie and like all the controlling classes around the world will profit from it one way or another. Tony Blair the well known War criminal is now a multi Millionaire as well as his kids, war doesn't pay for us but it certainly pays for them. Our own Government in Scotland are too thick and too obsessed with weird stuff to have a say in the world order (anyone want to buy a dodgy campervan? or a almost new Jaguar?) but it doesn't stop them trying to speak on the world stage, what a bloody joke, lets get back to lowering taxes, improving our dire health service and maybe, just maybe, finish a bloody ferry.

All of my rant above is why I love motorcycling, when you are out on the bike you are too busy enjoying yourself and looking out for other idiots in cars and Motorhomes and sometimes meeting up with like minded people which is what we did last weekend. A meeting was organised in the borders and were joined with our good pal Budge for the ride down, it was windy, blustery would be a better description and sometimes the rain would blow through. A pit stop at George Martins house in Peebles for a blether  a braw cup of tea and a gold award winning pie took our minds of the weather for a while but eventually we had to get going. It's a shortish but nice run from Peebles to St Marys Loch which is where we were camping, at one point I stopped to take a photo and could hardly keep the bike straight against the wind. 

We put our new tent up for the first time (apart from when I had it up in the garden) and it took longer than our "normal" tent but not too bad, the porch area isn't great and we had to be careful where we stowed our gear to keep it out of the weather. The turnout was excellent, I knew most of the guys and girls that were there, all die hard rallyists who I've bumped into over the years in several muddy fields around the country, many of them doing big miles to get there and not many in their first flush of youth so good effort to all. Great night on the Saturday, it was a take your own beer gig and I think that worked out well. The owner fed us well on the Saturday night and Sunday morning and joined in the banter which would have been impossible if he was manning the bar.

I hardly slept for the wind (natures wind not mine) and we were up at 7.30 to get the tents packed away before breakfast, one thing became apparent, like many tents , they come out of the bag easily but don't go back in when the tent is damp and your hands are cold! Breakfast over, we set sail back towards Peebles for Petrol and then Edinburgh and Home, Budge was having problems, his R75 was jealous of the two singles and tried to imitate a single now and again however despite some stress no doubt we all got home safely. As always the pictures tell the story........

Ready to go

After our George Martin Pitstop

Georges photo

Windy in the Hills

Plenty bikes

And a few outfits

Tents holding up

getting organised

You can see the rain over the Loch

Bert, Ian and Windy

Ed explaining stuff

What a Crew, Alan on the far right still awake

A motley crew

Jose from Portugal but now from Yorkshire was there in a sidecar with his wife Zoe and their 9 month old baby, youngest rallyist

Kenny, organiser extraordinaire

Grey Goatees seem to be in fashion

And the boss Alistair making sure Alan was still alive and Ian pointing out the fact he had fallen asleep