Canterbury to the Yorkshire Dales

We awoke early after sleeping like fallen logs, as we needed to make an early departure. It's a long way to the Dales, especially when you have to stop in the Peaks District to pick up the keys.

To fill in the details, Bridgette's parents do a lot of house swapping with people in Europe. Through letting people come to Tasmania and stay in the cottage, the reverse happens and they get to stay in the other peoples house, at a time that suits them, for free. Correct me if I'm wrong, but free accommodation in a beautiful part of the UK while we wait for our luggage to turn up sounds like a pretty good option.

The amazing thing about heading north while we wait is that the distance that took us 3 weeks to cycle, flew past in a little over 6 hours of driving. Give us our bikes for transport any day, it means that you don't have to deal with the Motorways.

Lets see, it was Friday 13th, the first day of school holidays, two transit cursed people in the car, quite heavy rain and a huge amount of roadworks. Sounds like it was doomed from the start, but amazingly we arrived in Steeton, via Ashbourne, with only one wrong turn. In our books, that is pretty good going!

Dinner was had at the local pub where we were the only people dining.