Finished working a night shift.
Rode to the ferry.
Tried to kip on The King Orry (my favourite boat)
Failed to kip on the boat.
Rode to Scarborough.
Checked in to B&B.
Had shower.
Went out drinking until goodness knows when.
Following day, went to the races.
Lay down on the grass along the side of the start/finish line.
Rested my head looking through the gap in the fence.
Watched a race.
Fell asleep.
Don't know how many races I missed! Couldn't bloody sleep in a cabin on the ferry, but slept through motorbikes racing ten foot from my head!
Great racing over there. If the North West goes ahead, I may see about a holiday in Ireland. Although in a post Brexit world, Ireland may not be a great place to visit next year