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I finished my night shift at Lanson Hospital at 08:00 and should have gone home to bed but I got the Bat Signal from from the FOGGs (Fowey Old Grump Git Group) saying a ride out was going to occur at 09:00 4Turnings Garage. Of course there was no choice, I had the call! so I sneaked out of work 15 mins early pinned the throttle for the 35 mile ride back to Fowey. Got home, changed out of my uniform, took my meds and made 4Turnings with 10 minutes to spare. Didn't have time to swap bikes but I filled the CBF600 the day before and it was well up to the task of the old British Bike nails in the group. The Mission for the day was to find Martyn's ancestral home in Mousehole and recreate a photo of his Grandmother. At the meeting point we decided the first order of priority for the day was breakfast So we headed west, through Par, St Austell, Grampound, Tresillian, Scorrier, Portreath across the hayle Towans to Hells Mouth and the excellent Cafe that resides there. The Lads (Ha! that term was only accurate a long time ago in the 1970's) had the obligatory fry up but I, in my quest to be less of a fat cunt and survive past my upcoming 60th birthday, only had a coffee and tears of envy. Suitable vittled we again headed West through Hayle town past the Hayle estuary onto St Erth, Crowlas, Long Rock on to Penzance, Newlyn and finally Mousehole. Of course while we were there Ice Cream was on the cards. The Blackberry and Clotted Cream was particularly nice. Also saw a rat running around thought is was suppose to be the Mousehole Cat that was famous, shame he wasn't on duty today, he would have had some sport. Apparently the oldest house in Mousehole and the only one to Survive the sacking and burning of the village by the Spanish in the 15th century, or so the stone on the wall said. I think the Citroen is more recent. We met the nicest parking guy ever when we stopped who let us all park for free and also let us leave our helmets and jackets in his shed. Good guy, I reckon he liked the Cornish flag stickers on my bike, even though I do believe he was a Cockaneese in origin. We were probably lucky to get our helmets and Jackets back. Martyn majestically recreating the photo of his Grandmother in the exactly same spot a 100 years later. Interesting to note the name of the cottage now given that his family migrated East to Fowey (Foye). Looking out from Mousehole to Prussia Cove on a sunny day could almost be the Med. St Michael's Mount out there in the Blue. After enjoying a mouch around Mousehole on foot we headed off again. We thought about going to Lamorna Cove but decided not to as they have a particularly aggressive ANPR system there that likes to issue parking tickets like confetti if you don't pay quickly enough. Also on top of that there is essentially fuck all there apart from a cafe that is an Emmett honey trap and a disused granite quarry. People only go there because of the song. So we decided to go on to find the Merry Maidens Stone Circle in hope of benefitting from it's pagan fertility endowments. Couldn't fucking find it which was probably just as well given our age and collective health issues. So Penberth Cove was our decided destination given that it was much prettier than Lamorna Cove and free to park. Well I say park I meant abandon our bikes at the side of the road, but it was okay as the locals were all in a field at the WI Fete just up the road. Rather an attractive place. All run by the National Trust now so just an expensive dormitory with don't do this and don't do that signs everywhere. Still free to visit at the moment until the NT work out a way to commercialise the view. Steve having a Reginald Perrin moment, he said he was seal spotting but we know what he was up to, demented old fool. How the used to get the boats up and out of the water. How they do it now with a magic shed. Well not really, just an electrically powered hydraulic winch. Or so the geeks told me whilst on a Man Nip trip high on looking at mechanical things. Martyn testing the bridges capacity. You'll notice not much timber around here. When it all gets a bit to much best to sit and collect your thoughts. Martyn and Bob in crises or possibly just a bit sweaty. Dazed and confused group selfie just to prove I was actually there.

Paolo had gone to church and then a pic-nic with his Nonna we had a chance to get out today . We went to Alfred's Tower and an ice cream parlour (no Strawberry) on a farm near Nunney .

You think he should have gotten a low seat? Like you?

Finally after giving a deposit down on April 6...its being built today...

The Alzheimer's is strong here.

I think you'll find we invented the language you pretend Viking ...........

So Sunday afternoon I decided to ride north, I had a notion of possibly getting to Loch Ness although it wasn't definite. I headed up to Perth and rode the A9 up into the Cairngorms and the start of the highlands via Pitlochry. I hit the twisties on the A889 from Dalwhinnie where I enjoyed my improved handling, didn't see any Indians but if I had then I would have easily passed the aluminium framed pieces of crap. I then joined the A86. There are all sorts of little houses of different shapes and sizes tucked away up here. I made my way all the way to Fort Augustus and the start of Loch Ness, the roads are in a lot better condition than I was expecting, they are clearly maintaining them for the tourist traffic, quite a lot of bikes out and the temperature was running at about 25c. I decided to go to Castle Urquhart as I had never been there before, the entry fee was £17 but I am a Historic Scotland member so I got in free. I was able to have a walk through the ruined castle grounds and down to the shore of Loch Ness, no sign of Nessie unfortunately (or was there?). After this I headed up to Inverness but it was getting late so I jumped back onto the A9 to head back home, I had already done more than 200 miles at this point, I called into Aviemore to get fuel on the way back. Bizarrely after the high heat in the Highlands the weather started to cool as I headed back south and the Queensferry bridge was completely hidden in fog when I crossed it before heading home where the sun was shining again. In the end I did 380 miles, it was a good day out, getting home just before 9pm. There are definitely some roads up there that I need to explore sometime but I will need to stay up there for a few days.

I slept most of today

Nice one Sir Barge Master , that looks like a damned fine ride and a cool castle to boot

An inland sea inside an island inside a sea?

I do appreciate a nice Triple Black, they look great when all nice and shiny! That was quite a day ride, starting it after a night shift is hard, when do you sleep?

Mossies are pretty much a west coast thing, very few in the middle of the country, Loch Ness is huge, it’s like an inland sea.

Part two We left Penberth Cove with the WI Fete still in full swing. We talked about going to Porthcurno beach to see the cables but the Minack Theatre cafe had a stronger draw. Problem was it was closed to the public unless you had booked ahead. So we followed the coast road around past Porthcapel, Porthgwarra, Nanjizal Bay, Lands End, First and Last House and finally onto stop at Sennen Cove. Gwynver beach in the background. Apparently we can’t park there So we went to for some much needed refreshments Saw this Tripple Black and I thought of @Pedro Sounded great with a full Akrapovic system. Owner was a Sennen local riding around in flip flops. Sennen Beach Lifeboat house and slipway We headed off again withe the old nail riders wanting to stick to the slower B roads for the scenery, apparently. Wasn’t bad at all to be fair. Headed past Land’s End Airport, St Just, Botallack, Pendeen, Zennor all across Tencrom to St Ives. Decided then to head back to Hayle and ultimately back to Hell’s Mouth again for Coffee. While I was getting the drinks some of the lads helped some guy bump start his 1250 Bandit with flat battery. Wish I had some photos of some very comedic antics. How none of the lads had a heart event I will never know. Silly old feckers. Matey who owned the Bandit was just as bad he must have been 70. They got him going and had to have a few quiet minutes drinking their coffee to recover. Now all flagging and miles from home they finally agreed to take the A30 home. I lead them onto Portreath, Redruth and Scorrier before rejoining the A30. Had to keep the pace down to 60/70 so the British Nails didn’t destroy themselves or blind their riders with vibes. Despite that we made it home to Fowey by around 18:00 in time for cocoa and a nap. Twas a bloody good day. We are going up to Dartmoor next time be cooler up there My day stats from leaving work in the morning. The lads did about 145 of those miles. Really enjoyed riding the CBF again after its repairs. Great, capable comfy old bike. And it’s got to be said in good company.

Who’s Kwitt?

Just cleaned up the 125, came up a treat

some stupid bint is on then crying shes scared of water.... possible clue in the title it would involve water

just started on the telly... celebrities getting in Shark infested waters... Lenny Henry is one of the celebs... if there is a God..... then please , do your thing

Well they called kwitt at 2 pm...started to rain...its 14 by 22..

No...loch ness is a mith...he stopped at a truck stop on the return trip and met up with Rich...lol.

for sure.... @Marcel knew it as well , he would of never made that challenge if @busabeast was local to him

That looks like a pretty fine way to spend your morning , better than lying in bed fiddling with your man parts while trying to sleep ...........

now that looks like a decent breakfast

@busabeast would have won then, probably for the first time in his life.

this Barge racing is the equivalent of the race you and busabeast would of had.... busabeast would of been on a harley

Nice report @Saul ....looks like a nice area for a Ride...

Mate I lived here all my life and I still have much to see. Now we are all at least semi retired it is an excuse to get out on the bikes and look. More to follow later when I get the chance.

Beautiful area Saul. We holidayed down there some years ago and obviously missed so much.

Oh look, the excuses have started. So who won the “real race”?

Old lad threw up in his bed at 5.30 so cleaned up , took him out and got this pic

Where does it say there you can keep up?

Especially if the Dildo is in the back of a van

You won’t be riding with him anymore, you won’t be able to keep up on the dildo.

Fast shadow, better think of another nickname!