"I Fought The Law"

(The Clash)



Literally hundreds of these!



...."and the law won". So let’s start with how the Spanish found large parts of the New World?.......no problem because this nation doesn’t do road signs and have directional clues like that and so it must be something intuitive and …hey presto…there was California! Of course you can see major town signs on the big roads but when within a city then they just don’t bother. I have wasted hours doubling back or ‘going the long way round’…..really frustrating. So with some help from Anna I set off south and was weaving my way round various dull side roads when I came to a dual carriageway …..no exclusion signs for bicycles …. so off I went peddling along this flat smooth hard shoulder when I heard a whistle. I must have been a sheep dog in a previous life because I knew this blast was for me to heed and a policemen came bounding across two carriageways to tell me that I was prohibited from riding on such a road. He then asked me where I was going, looked at my map decided he saw no alternative route and then in excellent English told me that if I was caught doing this then I could help the Spanish burgeoning national debt to the tune of €500. So there was I stuck at a Service Station with no way out other than a gravel track that I wobbled along until I came out on a side road. By way of sweet revenge for my misdemeanour I was then propelled up something akin to Dacre Bank but twice as long (sorry, I know in Yorkshire everything should be bigger) and I continued zig zagging to my next camp site. As I was moving along I remembered parts of the route and low and behold I cycled this route in June 2006, when I checked. The camp site was routine but to give you a indication of the behaviour of my hosts then a Spanish family arrived at 10 pm with three young excited children between the ages of 3 and 7 years old I guess. Suffice to say we had running around, screaming, bedtime stories, father singing arias and when after the long goodnight of toilet runs etc it was half past midnight. Dad then sorted out his tent with much car door opening and shutting. So that’s a tumble dryer and shotgun on my next list for camping….