When we woke it was still really windy, and annoyingly it was raining too. We didn’t have far to go to Weymouth so we decided just to wait it out with a leisurely bacon sandwich and some coffee. In fact the rain stopped quite soon after CIMG4672b.JPGbreakfast so we hurriedly packed up, waved goodbye to my Westcountry cycle touring buddy and got back on the road.
In the end we had a lovely ride into Weymouth. The sun came out, the sky turned blue, we enjoyed a coffee in a seafront café and a cheeky beer on the beach. The campsite we were headed for was actually the other side of Weymouth, in Wyke, overlooking Chesil beach and Portland Bill. We pitched our tent for the last time on this trip and rode back down into Weymouth for an afternoon of celebratory pub crawling and a nice meal. The sun was still shining on us as we explored the streets and pubs, strolled along the harbour and slurped some pretty decent Badger brewery ales. As theCIMG4679.JPG evening drew in we decided on a restaurant called ‘The Baroque Bistro’ which served us a cracking meal. Kez started with scallops and bacon then a fillet of beef in Roquefort sauce, while I had chilli king prawns followed by sea bass with scallops, finished off with some very nice cheese and biscuits. It was a lovely end to our adventure. At least until being a bit drunk I managed to fall off my bike while trying to show off to Kez. We’d walked back up the hill to the camp site because Kez didn’t fancy riding, quite sensible really, however in the camp site on a really steep hill I jumped on the bike, clipped in, then realised I was in a really high gear, and toppled over like an idiot. Serves me right eh?