Day 95 – Brighton to Andover

Camping was expensive in Brighton. I asked why it was so expensive and the most justifiable answer I was given was “because it’s Brighton”. I won’t be camping there again.

It had rained most of the night and it was still raining when I left the campsite. I got absolutely soaked cycling along Brighton’s sea front. I could feel the water in my shoes and my socks where squelching. So much for waterproof socks and shoes.img_1247

Brighton’s sea front seemed to go on for miles before I started to head North West towards Andover. The rain had slowed slightly but the damage had already been done, I was soaked to the skin.

I got another puncture today. Luckily it happened while I was searching for somewhere to stop for dinner, and the thorn punctured my front tyre just before reaching a pub. Puncture fixed and body refuelled, I continued on to Andover.

Tonight will be my last night in my tent. I’m going to miss it. I love camping; I’ve always preferred sleeping in my tent over any hotel room. I’m looking forward to getting back to my own bed, I just wonder how I’m going to adjust to life back home after being away for so long and living in such a different way than what I’m used to.

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