'Kin 'Ell has Lord Auvache been eating dates again? Just rode down from Stranraer and have stopped at Moto services past Lancaster until my ears stop ringing. The gusts have been hammering in from W & SW. The steering damper is normally at click 2 or 3, today it's been on 7. Nothing ordinary and it knocked 15-20 miles off my tank range at a steady ton. Coming over Shap it was parky enough to set heated clothing to high but I noticed a substantial Trials competition going on close to the motorway. There wasn't any quick way to turn and get back though. Skies have cleared and sun has showed up, would have been quite pleasant. Still, cold as it might be, I'm only going to Leeds. Just met three other Bandit 12 riders here, all heading to Sarf Lunnon from the Northern Wastes. That is one over extended, freezing, boring as fuck tramp on unfaired bikes. Worthy only of Salad Dodger.