A Ferry To Catch

Thanks to the professional criminals who cloned my bank card and emptied my account. I hope your dicks fall off! My wonderful bank (No irony. I like my bank) stopped the card and will sort the mess out after the bank holiday. In the mean time it's beans on toast, and strong tea until I get back to Sweden where I have a card I can get cash with.

The run up to Immingham was cold late in the evening. Elsa is loaded to the hilt. I cannot waste an oportunity to transport personal belongings. The docks are for freight. I'm travelling on a container ship for a change. On arrival it is very cold. There is no passenger terminal because there are no passengers. The staff took pity on a frozen biker, 'phoned the bridge, and I got the thumbs up to make my way down to the ship for loading.

Bike secured I was excorted to the drivers suite. A corridor with maybe 20 cabins, an mess room stocked with food to serve yourself, cold cuts, cheese, bread, biscuits and fruit. There are maybe 12 drivers including myself, so you pretty much get to know everyone. The meals were simple and very good. 26 hours on a cargo ship provides time to rest, and read. After a stressful visit to England my first priority was sleep. 2nd priority was some studying. I may be heading towards a buy to let property portfolio. It's just an idea at the moment. That is what the study is for. I need new revenue streams. Apparently my retirement is coming to an end for a while.

Disembarcation and an unfamiliar dock to negotiate. Commercial only so I don't know the system. There is a first time for everything. Out onto the Goteburg motorway network heading east. If you go wets you get wet. 2 hours fresh as a daisy and I'm home in Vitared. The grass didn't wait for me. It's 8 inches high.

I have to hustle, Allan and Sue are hot on my heals on the Birmingham - Goteburg flught. Roll Elsa into her new workshop, change into civilian clothes, grab Darwin's keys and head for Habo for provisions. Back to the ranch and grass cutting. All of it is not possible. I have an acre. I made a start. Three hours to go so just enough time to drop in on Bo' to say hello goodbye, see you later. Riding back through the forest, sunlight strobing through the trees. There is a Krane (big lanky bird, just in case my spelling has gone awry) in among the grain. I pristine lake to my left reminds me why I am here, and makes me smile. I love this place. House guests arriving, wanting tea before the guided tour. It's amazing how much catching up is required, even after only 2 days. Penguins socialise this way you know. "Do you like herrings?" "Yep. Do you?" "Yep". "Bye". "Bye".