While the Eurozone sinks in the mire of it's own rotting carcass, we will again do our best to help improve the understandably flagging humour of our little Johnny Foreigner friends by taking our own inimitable brand of Derbyshire wit and mirth to the Continent.

2700 miles of the usual high jinks, over-indulgence, guffawing at each other's expense and, of course, getting lost on the way to sampling some of the numerous churches, art galleries and museums Europe has to offer. All roads lead to Amsterdam, well ok they don't but we hope to end up there for the cultural event of the year... Pete's Stag Do.

We set off on motorcycles, Saturday 5th May...

Friday, 4 May 2012

Dieu, les Anglais viennent sanglante...

Once upon a time, on a dank day in August 1492 to be exact, a chap called Columbus woke up, took a look outside and, despite the overcast weather with a likelihood of a shower or two later in the day, decided to leave his warm bed and the delectations of the amply clad Mrs Columbus to thence boldly go forth and discover the New World. Since then, men (and the occasional lady) have been thus inspired to seek out the unknown.

With that same sense of pioneering spirit, we head off on our own voyage of discovery tomorrow. To be fair, our first day's travails will hopefully extend to nothing more challenging than the M25 roadworks but we will fully embrace the sense of adventure of men down the ages.

Yes, we're under starter's orders, the trip is finally here and we hit the road at 5am. On police advice I've been asked not to disclose our departure point as the coppers are unprepared for large crowds in McDonalds car park at that time of day. Anyway, we head off for Reims (which is in France) with a vague sense of having left the troublesome toddler at home sat on the naughty step...

For any of you who want to reminisce over previous tours do click on the following... Europe 2011 or USA 2010

Pictured here are weeping RLB tour widows... bereft, as you can see, at the thought of two weeks with more room in the bed and less snoring to contend with. Hmmm...
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  1. Andrea Field4 May 2012 at 22:58

    So bereft, we burst into a rendition of the George Michael song... Freedom!  Have a fabulous time guys, be careful but have fun. Your beds will be kept warm for your return, love you all, Andrea xxx

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  2. Anonymous5 May 2012 at 10:21

    What a great blog, well scripted. 5 blondes and Digger what excitment, I'm sure Reimes is looking for the Fab 5 from Derbyshire, ride baby ride. Mark

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  3. Anonymous5 May 2012 at 10:33

    What's this girls about more plenty of room in bed! Sorry boys, but whilst the cats away mice will ... ? Only joking , I'm sure everyone will be waiting patiently for your return , knitting and baking cup cakes! Seriously, only jealous of your freedom and self indulgence. have a fab time, enjoy, but keep safe.
    Surprisingly, Mark has " a very important business meeting" in Amsterdam the very same night as Pete's stag do! so I will also be a RLB widow too ( minus the bike) - sadly, for 1 night only! Love the blog, Bon voyage and Shiny Side Up ( whatever that means- blondes occasionally read road signs) Sheena x

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  4. Anonymous5 May 2012 at 16:11

    just left the red lion, Terry was sobbing into empty beer glasses muttering "how can I pay the bills for the next 2 weeks"
    Hope the navigation systems you have work better than the obviously poor quality German fuel gauge's, should have bought Italian bikes they are well known for their fine electrics. (sometimes)
    Have fun,
    Stella Dave

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    1. Chris6 May 2012 at 17:34

      Dave, Terry is one of the Hollington Cosa Nostra and therefore has no fear of a few spare barrels of Pedigree as there are plenty of places to hide a horse's head in the village.

      Also, as you probably realise, Italy is good for a few things only... it's wacky former Prime Minister, spaghetti, the bloke who discovered south america and a round dough based meal covered in tomato sauce and a variety of toppings. Motorbikes don't come into it... not even the Skoda diesel ones

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  5. Chris6 May 2012 at 17:22

    Hi Mark and Sheena, it's very late on Sunday night and the only reason i'm still sat in front of this bloody blog is cos your neighbour is louder than an RB211 at maximum thrust. Hat off, you must be very understanding.

    Lovely to hear that you're both getting what you really want from our venture... cats, mice and Mark's important meeting seems to work for all... Our absence also appears to have finally galvanised the women into action so talk to Andrea, Sheena, as the sisters are doin' it for themselves... apparently

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