Date: September 5th, 2009
Distance: 20 miles (around the area)
Country: England
Song of the Day: Northern Birds - Amateur Transplants (For Jay)
Spending a day in York was a good idea actually. Woke up and spent some time doing laundry. Also got in a couple of blog posts. I wouldn't have spent so much time doing it, but it started raining just before noon, and I didn't feel like biking in that weather.
I did go out to Stamford Bridge. This is the site where Harold Godwinson fought Harald Hardrada just a few weeks before going to Hastings and was defeated (more importantly, killed) fighting William of Normandy. I created my first small video for what I hope to be a little film about the correlations between the Norman Invasion and the Invasion of Normandy. So I am going to be taking videos on both sides of the channel and (hopefully) splicing them together to form a consistent narrative. I will let you know how that goes.
From there I rode into York. Wow, what a cool city. If you get there, spend a morning or afternoon walking the city walls. Yep, they just let you march over them as if you were defending the city. I think it is probably the most popular thing to do when visiting the city. Plus it is free! The walls are still up because apparently the second most popular thing to do when visiting York for the last thousand years was to sack the city.
The walls not only give you a good idea of what there is to see, but also how to get around the city. There are little signs up around telling you about the walls and towers. When they were built and why. I guess the first walls were made by the romans in 71 AD. Then the Normans rebuilt the city in their own style. You can't really say how old most of the wall is though. People have apparently been restoring sections of the wall since the 1500s. Still, it makes for a delightful little stroll.
There are also the ruins of St. Mary's abbey in town. It seems weird that there would be a medieval ruin right in the middle of town. Then again, they still have their city walls up. I guess the people of York are more a "we'll get to that later" kind of lot. There is a museum there as well, but it was closed when I got there. So I don't know if it is any good or not.
There is also a cathedral there, York Minster. Very cool. High Gothic styling with flying buttresses and everything. The weird thing is it seemed like there were three more churches within spitting distance. One right across the street. I know, now, the people of Briton have religious freedoms. These all look quite old, though. Built in the days when you went to THE CHURCH. So how do you choose which one to go too? Is it distance? "I could go to the cathedral, but it is 40 feet further from my house, and I am just not feeling it today." Is is it like the good china? Something that you only bring out on special occasions. I don't know. I have seen that in other places as well, and still don't have a good answer.
After that it was some fish and chips, then off to bed.
-Dravis
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Lincoln to York - Day 17
Date: September 4th, 2009
Distance: 90 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Smoke - Ben Folds Five
I forgot to mention the breakfast part. It is a bed and breakfast kind of place. The night before the managers of the guest house asked if I was full English. Confused, I told them I was part Norwegian. They were actually asking if I wanted a full English breakfast. I have to say, that made the money more than worth it. Bacon, hash browns, a fried egg, beans, fried tomato, plus I had a couple slices of toast and three glasses of O.J. That really put a good start to the day.
I should say in here that when you are touring, you think about food all the time. You just have to keep that engine running. I try to eat something at least every couple of hours. Candy, I love it. Lots of sugar for energy. Burgers and sandwiches, great. Lots of protein and carbs. It is better to get to a grocery store and pick up stuff for cheap, then go to a restaurant and spend five times as much. But often, it is there. If you are lucky you can get a deal as well. On my way into Lincoln I found a place that had sausage sandwiches and hot chocolate for £2. Wonderful. So yeah, just keep feeding that engine. Frankly, I am going to have to start budgeting more for food...
Anyway, back to where I was. So I don't know why no one comes to Lincoln. Maybe they just never camp there. But the city is actually pretty cool. They have a castle and a cathedral. Again, I wish I had more time to play around. I could probably have spent all day here. Plus the (old) city is high on a hill. Okay, it was a pain to bike up there. It was, however, a beautiful view. So if you go there, plan to stay at least a day in Lincoln.
From there it was off to York. I had written down directions from Google maps. Well, their software isn't the greatest at figuring out English roads. First of all, it seems to forget that they drive on the left. It also have a lot of issues with round abouts. Especially double round abouts. So take all of its directions with a grain of salt.
Oh, and the wind had picked up. I spend a couple of hours heading directly into the wind around noon. Not all that fun. But at least it wasn't as bad as Iceland. Oh, and my boot finally gave out around Stow. I really should have changed it earlier. But with the late nights and late starts I never wanted to spend the time to put the new tire on. So that was one more blown tube. Fortuneatly the rain didn't start until I was just about finished. From there it would sprinkle occasionally until evening.
The countryside was pleasant though. I am amazed at how much of the land here is used for agriculture or something. It is almost like riding through a weird, older version of Kansas.
Also, after I hit Scunthorpe, I started seeing signs for the Tour of Britan. They were just warning people that when it starts next week traffic will be blocked. I followed the route basically all the way into York. I felt pretty good. Here I was on my own tour. Doing 90 miles in a day. Lets see them do that with a full load, and wind! This is the real tour! For those of you who were on the Rock'n Horse, that would by like 4 1/2 times that, with full gear. So you are welcome to be envious of my journey, but don't imagine that it is easy.
-Davis
Distance: 90 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Smoke - Ben Folds Five
I forgot to mention the breakfast part. It is a bed and breakfast kind of place. The night before the managers of the guest house asked if I was full English. Confused, I told them I was part Norwegian. They were actually asking if I wanted a full English breakfast. I have to say, that made the money more than worth it. Bacon, hash browns, a fried egg, beans, fried tomato, plus I had a couple slices of toast and three glasses of O.J. That really put a good start to the day.
I should say in here that when you are touring, you think about food all the time. You just have to keep that engine running. I try to eat something at least every couple of hours. Candy, I love it. Lots of sugar for energy. Burgers and sandwiches, great. Lots of protein and carbs. It is better to get to a grocery store and pick up stuff for cheap, then go to a restaurant and spend five times as much. But often, it is there. If you are lucky you can get a deal as well. On my way into Lincoln I found a place that had sausage sandwiches and hot chocolate for £2. Wonderful. So yeah, just keep feeding that engine. Frankly, I am going to have to start budgeting more for food...
Anyway, back to where I was. So I don't know why no one comes to Lincoln. Maybe they just never camp there. But the city is actually pretty cool. They have a castle and a cathedral. Again, I wish I had more time to play around. I could probably have spent all day here. Plus the (old) city is high on a hill. Okay, it was a pain to bike up there. It was, however, a beautiful view. So if you go there, plan to stay at least a day in Lincoln.
From there it was off to York. I had written down directions from Google maps. Well, their software isn't the greatest at figuring out English roads. First of all, it seems to forget that they drive on the left. It also have a lot of issues with round abouts. Especially double round abouts. So take all of its directions with a grain of salt.
Oh, and the wind had picked up. I spend a couple of hours heading directly into the wind around noon. Not all that fun. But at least it wasn't as bad as Iceland. Oh, and my boot finally gave out around Stow. I really should have changed it earlier. But with the late nights and late starts I never wanted to spend the time to put the new tire on. So that was one more blown tube. Fortuneatly the rain didn't start until I was just about finished. From there it would sprinkle occasionally until evening.
The countryside was pleasant though. I am amazed at how much of the land here is used for agriculture or something. It is almost like riding through a weird, older version of Kansas.
Also, after I hit Scunthorpe, I started seeing signs for the Tour of Britan. They were just warning people that when it starts next week traffic will be blocked. I followed the route basically all the way into York. I felt pretty good. Here I was on my own tour. Doing 90 miles in a day. Lets see them do that with a full load, and wind! This is the real tour! For those of you who were on the Rock'n Horse, that would by like 4 1/2 times that, with full gear. So you are welcome to be envious of my journey, but don't imagine that it is easy.-Davis
Peterborough to Lincoln - Day 16
Date: September 3rd, 2009
Distance: 64 miles
Country: England
Woke up before 10:00 and broke camp. Actually I thought it was an hour earlier because my watch was off. Whoops. Just as I was getting onto the rode I ran into my French friend. So we headed off together. Getting out of the city was a pain. None of the roads actually seemed to lead out. We got there eventually, with the helpful advice of some strangers. Basically we ended up on the A14 and A15 all day. Not a bad way to go, but it is really just a highway. Sometimes there isn't a shoulder so you have to be really careful of cars. It is also a little harder to enjoy the scenery with cars racing by.
The countryside was mostly rolling hills. It got to be really annoying. You would struggle up a hill, and then waste all the potential energy. Then do it again, and again.
I got ahead of my companion outside of Lincoln and must have just lost him. He was going to camp in the wild again that night. Turns out that might have been a better idea. When I got to Lincoln, no one knew of a camping site. "What? No one comes here," they told me. So I ended up finding a bed and breakfast to stay at. I was actually lucky to get in, both because it was late and they had a cancellation. Plus the other places I went to had no vacancies. It was a lot more than a camping spot. But it got me online to plan out my next day and charge my batteries. Plus the family that runs it was very nice. Especially for welcoming a dirty bike rider into their home late at night. So if anyone ever comes to Lincoln, I recommend the Brayford Guest House.
-Dravis
Distance: 64 miles
Country: England
Woke up before 10:00 and broke camp. Actually I thought it was an hour earlier because my watch was off. Whoops. Just as I was getting onto the rode I ran into my French friend. So we headed off together. Getting out of the city was a pain. None of the roads actually seemed to lead out. We got there eventually, with the helpful advice of some strangers. Basically we ended up on the A14 and A15 all day. Not a bad way to go, but it is really just a highway. Sometimes there isn't a shoulder so you have to be really careful of cars. It is also a little harder to enjoy the scenery with cars racing by.
The countryside was mostly rolling hills. It got to be really annoying. You would struggle up a hill, and then waste all the potential energy. Then do it again, and again.
I got ahead of my companion outside of Lincoln and must have just lost him. He was going to camp in the wild again that night. Turns out that might have been a better idea. When I got to Lincoln, no one knew of a camping site. "What? No one comes here," they told me. So I ended up finding a bed and breakfast to stay at. I was actually lucky to get in, both because it was late and they had a cancellation. Plus the other places I went to had no vacancies. It was a lot more than a camping spot. But it got me online to plan out my next day and charge my batteries. Plus the family that runs it was very nice. Especially for welcoming a dirty bike rider into their home late at night. So if anyone ever comes to Lincoln, I recommend the Brayford Guest House.
-Dravis
Cambridge to Peterborough - Day 15
Date: September 2nd, 2009
Distance: 48 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Ahead by a Century - The Tragically Hip
Woke up late again. I don't know why I do this all the time. But the road life really takes it out of you. Was out of the campsite just after noon. Stopped to pick up some much needed food. Mmmmm. Then it was into town.
I have to say Cambridge is a really beautiful city. I really wish I had more time to spend here. It seems like it would be a wonderful place to go to school. (Not to say I would actually get in...) The city and the university and the city are so smushed together after 800 years that it is hard to tell where one ends and another begins. Complicating this is the fact that the university is a collection of different colleges. Each one has its own area. The buildings are quite pretty. Again, I wish I had more time, but I needed to press on.
I did find a bike shop though. I got two extra tubes, a new tire and some lights. Oh, and a bell. Silly I know, but it is a good way to say "hey, there is a bike coming through". Also, I like to ring it sometimes in the middle of nowhere. It makes me giggle. I put the lights and the bell on real quick. I didn't change the tire out, because the boot was holding pretty good. Plus I just wanted to get moving.
It was 3:00 PM when I left Cambridge. Again, the late starts are going to kill me. I found the national cycle route (51) I wanted, which was nice. But it dumped me out onto the A1. Basically a freeway at that point. So the riding was really not that fun. But I was headed in the right direction and making good time.
After Huntington, I decided there has to be a better way. I felt very good that I found the next cycle route (12) that I was supposed to take. I also picked up a Frenchman. He was riding north to Scotland. So I was trying to show him the route north. This wasn't all that easy. A number of occasions I missed a sign and that was it. So we had to turn around and go back. The little blue signs aren't all that easy to see. Especially when they are behind a tree. The route was very nice though. Sure it was a bit windy, but through this wonderful countryside and little, ancient villages. It also started raining as it go on toward evening. Nothing terrible, but it made the ride a little slower and more annoying.
I should mention in here something about the smell. This probably doesn't get mentioned in most travel magazine or books. A field with a fresh layer a manure over it smells awful. You know when you pass one. It just assaults your nostrils. I don't have any advice for a good way to avoid it. But just remember it isn't all fun and games out on the road.
I also had a weird experience, I swear that one of the little towns we went through was the same as one I played in Medal of Honor. The way the road wrapped around the church was eerily similar. I tried explaining this to my French companion, but his English isn't that good, and my French is basically non-existent.
I said goodbye to him about 8 miles outside of Peterborough. A mile later the cycle path I was on vanished. I found the last sign, but there were no turns indicated after that anywhere. Just gone. Leaving me in the middle of nowhere with no indication of where to go. Oh, I should mention that English road signs only seem to mention the very next town. Since every four miles there is some tiny village or other, it isn't easy to tell if you are going the correct direction even. I ended up biking back and forth in the rain trying to find it to no avail. I did run into two other bikers who had good directions to the town and camping.
With all the running around trying to find my path. It was dark by the time I go into Peterborough. I got into town and had a cheap meal at the local pub. After that it was off to the campsite, a quick shower and off to bed.
-Dravis
Distance: 48 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Ahead by a Century - The Tragically Hip
Woke up late again. I don't know why I do this all the time. But the road life really takes it out of you. Was out of the campsite just after noon. Stopped to pick up some much needed food. Mmmmm. Then it was into town.
I have to say Cambridge is a really beautiful city. I really wish I had more time to spend here. It seems like it would be a wonderful place to go to school. (Not to say I would actually get in...) The city and the university and the city are so smushed together after 800 years that it is hard to tell where one ends and another begins. Complicating this is the fact that the university is a collection of different colleges. Each one has its own area. The buildings are quite pretty. Again, I wish I had more time, but I needed to press on.
I did find a bike shop though. I got two extra tubes, a new tire and some lights. Oh, and a bell. Silly I know, but it is a good way to say "hey, there is a bike coming through". Also, I like to ring it sometimes in the middle of nowhere. It makes me giggle. I put the lights and the bell on real quick. I didn't change the tire out, because the boot was holding pretty good. Plus I just wanted to get moving.
It was 3:00 PM when I left Cambridge. Again, the late starts are going to kill me. I found the national cycle route (51) I wanted, which was nice. But it dumped me out onto the A1. Basically a freeway at that point. So the riding was really not that fun. But I was headed in the right direction and making good time.
After Huntington, I decided there has to be a better way. I felt very good that I found the next cycle route (12) that I was supposed to take. I also picked up a Frenchman. He was riding north to Scotland. So I was trying to show him the route north. This wasn't all that easy. A number of occasions I missed a sign and that was it. So we had to turn around and go back. The little blue signs aren't all that easy to see. Especially when they are behind a tree. The route was very nice though. Sure it was a bit windy, but through this wonderful countryside and little, ancient villages. It also started raining as it go on toward evening. Nothing terrible, but it made the ride a little slower and more annoying.
I should mention in here something about the smell. This probably doesn't get mentioned in most travel magazine or books. A field with a fresh layer a manure over it smells awful. You know when you pass one. It just assaults your nostrils. I don't have any advice for a good way to avoid it. But just remember it isn't all fun and games out on the road.
I also had a weird experience, I swear that one of the little towns we went through was the same as one I played in Medal of Honor. The way the road wrapped around the church was eerily similar. I tried explaining this to my French companion, but his English isn't that good, and my French is basically non-existent.
I said goodbye to him about 8 miles outside of Peterborough. A mile later the cycle path I was on vanished. I found the last sign, but there were no turns indicated after that anywhere. Just gone. Leaving me in the middle of nowhere with no indication of where to go. Oh, I should mention that English road signs only seem to mention the very next town. Since every four miles there is some tiny village or other, it isn't easy to tell if you are going the correct direction even. I ended up biking back and forth in the rain trying to find it to no avail. I did run into two other bikers who had good directions to the town and camping.
With all the running around trying to find my path. It was dark by the time I go into Peterborough. I got into town and had a cheap meal at the local pub. After that it was off to the campsite, a quick shower and off to bed.
-Dravis
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
London to Cambridge - Day 14
Date: September 1st, 2009
Distance: 62 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Pretend - Ellen Says No
Woke up late. Jay and I had been up talking and looking up weird stuff on the internet. So it was noon before I got out of bed. From there we went to have breakfast. Eggs and bacon, mmmmmm. It took me a little while after that to get all my stuff ready. So we didn't leave Jay's place until after 3:00. So that was a bit of a mistake.
He showed me the path along the canal. This would take me about half way to Cambridge. After that we said goodbye. Jay, thanks for everything. The route along the canal was pretty amazing. I promise to post some pictures of it soon. The scenerey was pretty. Every few miles they had a set of man powered locks. Really cool. And other than that it was a nice peacful ride. Though the side you were supposed to be on kept switching. Other than that it was great.
I did have one big disaster along the canal though. I lost my hat. I loved that hat. It was cheap, only $6 in L.A. But I got more compliments on that then just about any other clothing I have ever owned. Farewell good friend.
From there on things didn't get much better. I think I pulled something in my knee the last day in Iceland. It tends to hurt a bit when I go stoping around on my bike. So I have been trying to give that a rest. I don't feel anything when I am spinning. But at the same time spinning all day made me a bit saddle sore towards then in.
I also had a flat in a small town. First one of the trip. Turns out my tire wore through exposing the metal part to catch the rim. So that cut through the innertube like butter. I had to create a boot for it so that it wouldn't cut the new one. But that took an hour. By that point it was getting pretty dark.
I really don't like riding on dark country roads at night. Plus I forgot my giant red tail light in S. I also meant to pick up a front light before I left but things got rushed. So I was riding at night with no lights. The bags and my bike do have good reflectors though. At the same time I didn't trust a person to always see them. So when I would hear a car coming (a mile away) I would just pull over and let them pass. This wasn't actually too bad. There were probably less than a dozen cars going by. I also got a little help on the best route from a gas station attendant and customer. Thanks.
When I did get in to the camping site, the manager was very helpful. Plus I was able to get a nice warm shower before crawling into my tent. Tomorrow off to find a bike shop. Need a new tire, some tubes and a light or two. Also, I will try to get some pictures up.
-Dravis
Distance: 62 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Pretend - Ellen Says No
Woke up late. Jay and I had been up talking and looking up weird stuff on the internet. So it was noon before I got out of bed. From there we went to have breakfast. Eggs and bacon, mmmmmm. It took me a little while after that to get all my stuff ready. So we didn't leave Jay's place until after 3:00. So that was a bit of a mistake.
He showed me the path along the canal. This would take me about half way to Cambridge. After that we said goodbye. Jay, thanks for everything. The route along the canal was pretty amazing. I promise to post some pictures of it soon. The scenerey was pretty. Every few miles they had a set of man powered locks. Really cool. And other than that it was a nice peacful ride. Though the side you were supposed to be on kept switching. Other than that it was great.
I did have one big disaster along the canal though. I lost my hat. I loved that hat. It was cheap, only $6 in L.A. But I got more compliments on that then just about any other clothing I have ever owned. Farewell good friend.
From there on things didn't get much better. I think I pulled something in my knee the last day in Iceland. It tends to hurt a bit when I go stoping around on my bike. So I have been trying to give that a rest. I don't feel anything when I am spinning. But at the same time spinning all day made me a bit saddle sore towards then in.
I also had a flat in a small town. First one of the trip. Turns out my tire wore through exposing the metal part to catch the rim. So that cut through the innertube like butter. I had to create a boot for it so that it wouldn't cut the new one. But that took an hour. By that point it was getting pretty dark.
I really don't like riding on dark country roads at night. Plus I forgot my giant red tail light in S. I also meant to pick up a front light before I left but things got rushed. So I was riding at night with no lights. The bags and my bike do have good reflectors though. At the same time I didn't trust a person to always see them. So when I would hear a car coming (a mile away) I would just pull over and let them pass. This wasn't actually too bad. There were probably less than a dozen cars going by. I also got a little help on the best route from a gas station attendant and customer. Thanks.
When I did get in to the camping site, the manager was very helpful. Plus I was able to get a nice warm shower before crawling into my tent. Tomorrow off to find a bike shop. Need a new tire, some tubes and a light or two. Also, I will try to get some pictures up.
-Dravis
London - Day 13
Date: August 31st, 2009
Distance: None
Country: England
Woke up and Jay made us some tea. I can really understand why the drink is so popular here. It feels good on a nice cool morning. Some of his mates were getting together to play cricket. So we got in to his car to pick a few more people up. Actually, I tried to get in the right side first. Wrong side.
From there it was over to pick up James, his brother Sam and Sharief. So we had a full car. Then it was off to Wimbledon. Again there are no straight line in the city, but we did get there.
Now cricket is a strange game. Yes, there are similarities to baseball. Each sport has a bat and is thrown a ball to hit. After a hit the batters run. That is pretty much where the similarities end though. Cricket has 11 men to a team. All of the batters from the first team go, then all the batters from the second team go. End of game.
As a batter your bat is really your lifeline. You can touch it behind the crease (your safe area) to keep from getting out. Dropping you bat after a hit (like I did my first time) is considered bad form and also very funny. You are trying to defend the wicket, if the bowler hits it you are out. So the stance is very strange if you are used to baseball. So my first time up at cricket I scored no runs.
Fielding is a little easier. You don't have gloves like in baseball. Plus the field is open, there is no foul line. So the ball can go anywhere. But I felt like I did pretty well getting the ball and keeping the batsmen from scoring runs. Our team one which felt pretty good. Also, playing cricket on a beautiful London day is something else I can cross off my list. Thanks to all the players, it was a real blast. Thanks to Steve for helping explain the rules.
-Dravis
Distance: None
Country: England
Woke up and Jay made us some tea. I can really understand why the drink is so popular here. It feels good on a nice cool morning. Some of his mates were getting together to play cricket. So we got in to his car to pick a few more people up. Actually, I tried to get in the right side first. Wrong side.
From there it was over to pick up James, his brother Sam and Sharief. So we had a full car. Then it was off to Wimbledon. Again there are no straight line in the city, but we did get there.
Now cricket is a strange game. Yes, there are similarities to baseball. Each sport has a bat and is thrown a ball to hit. After a hit the batters run. That is pretty much where the similarities end though. Cricket has 11 men to a team. All of the batters from the first team go, then all the batters from the second team go. End of game.
As a batter your bat is really your lifeline. You can touch it behind the crease (your safe area) to keep from getting out. Dropping you bat after a hit (like I did my first time) is considered bad form and also very funny. You are trying to defend the wicket, if the bowler hits it you are out. So the stance is very strange if you are used to baseball. So my first time up at cricket I scored no runs.
Fielding is a little easier. You don't have gloves like in baseball. Plus the field is open, there is no foul line. So the ball can go anywhere. But I felt like I did pretty well getting the ball and keeping the batsmen from scoring runs. Our team one which felt pretty good. Also, playing cricket on a beautiful London day is something else I can cross off my list. Thanks to all the players, it was a real blast. Thanks to Steve for helping explain the rules.
-Dravis
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
London - Day 12
Date: August 30th, 2009
Distance: 6 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Pink Bullets - The Shins
Woke up and got my stuff together. Dasha was going out to her mums. My new mate Jay had said he would put me up for a couple of nights until his bike was ready. Then we would head out to Cambridge on Tuesday. So I biked over to his place in east London. Again London is a pretty cool city. But I did end up getting lost a couple of times on the way over. I guess the east end is also supposed to be a bit dodgy. It didn't seem too bad, but I don't think I would have like to be out there with all my stuff at night.
Jay's house is really pretty cool. A Victorian row house. Very nice. We hung out for a while and had some ribs. Then we headed over to Brick Lane. This is a kind of chic neighborhood I guess. Lots of young people and artist types. There were a ton of people out because it was the Sunday night before the bank holiday on Monday. We went to a pub and sat around talking for a while. Good day.
-Dravis
Distance: 6 miles
Country: England
Song of the Day: Pink Bullets - The Shins
Woke up and got my stuff together. Dasha was going out to her mums. My new mate Jay had said he would put me up for a couple of nights until his bike was ready. Then we would head out to Cambridge on Tuesday. So I biked over to his place in east London. Again London is a pretty cool city. But I did end up getting lost a couple of times on the way over. I guess the east end is also supposed to be a bit dodgy. It didn't seem too bad, but I don't think I would have like to be out there with all my stuff at night.
Jay's house is really pretty cool. A Victorian row house. Very nice. We hung out for a while and had some ribs. Then we headed over to Brick Lane. This is a kind of chic neighborhood I guess. Lots of young people and artist types. There were a ton of people out because it was the Sunday night before the bank holiday on Monday. We went to a pub and sat around talking for a while. Good day.
-Dravis
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