On Sunday morning we got up and took the bike around the Island as it is only 17 miles across. I can see why people fall in love with it. We went through this old town where all the buildings had thatched roofs and then past some amazing gardens before riding out of the town through beautiful lush countryside and a view of the English channel. We went for a swim and had to wade out for ages before we even reached water up to our waists but got to see three crabs on the way and a very kind women let us leave our bike gear in her hut and gave us ginger beer when we got out.

Sunday night was the Rolling Stones which was like hearing my parents record collection come alive. Monday morning it was up at four, pack up the tents to make the six thirty ferry and managed to get home by ten thirty. Though it was a bit of a eye opener how bad the traffic is in London when you see the five lanes on the M25 (a huge orbital ring road around London) crawling.

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