So after two restful days with the folks and BBQ’d dead things with plenty o beer, we headed on to Clifden which is about 2 hours drive on UK roads, but more like 3.5 behind Sunday drivers (on a Monday) and tractors full of tuff.

And tonight we are stopping at the Dolphin Beach B & B down one of the longest and steepest single track roads sans passing places! (aptly and eyes closed driven by Mrs Fogg).

The place is glorious with amazing views from the peninsular across the North Atlantic Ocean. A slow womble down to the sea before dinner at 7.30 in their very tiny and romantic restaurant and then a night in the Super King Size bed (gonna mess up that bad boy).

On the drive down Mrs Fogg did persuade me to stop at Kylemore Abbey and Victorian Gardens. Wow was that dull! a mini castle inhabited by Nuns (I was in pun heaven on the way down, since I was having nun of it, bum tisch) with a mausoleum that resembled a 1970s gents toilet block and a few flowers. Yes I know I’m a neanderthal, but if you’re gonna take me somewhere make it interesting (and somewhere with less French and American coach parties, where each one had disclosed to each other their name, position in their company and salary within a millisecond).

A few more days in Ireland then off for a trip down memory lane in Llangynog before heading down to see the Finks.

Oh what fun, the Holyhead Travelodge never was that nice, but when your greeting from the receptionist is “we would like to send you to another hotel 5 miles away which is much nicer than here” you gotta worry. No lights on the top floor due to water damage, collapsed beds and grot. Travelodge, scrummy!

But here we are with the Folks for BBQ, fun and food, before spending a few days exploring Ireland some more.

Tomorrow, well no Me Spike to wake us for breakfast, so for once I get to sleep in past 6am.

Ah, would you really want to eat in the good ole British services when this is right next door to what loosely resembles an eatery? just think yourself lucky I didn’t pan the camera up!

And what idiots would brave the roads on a bank holiday, with the Ebor festival, Paralympic Torch Relay, Leeds Festival and when it’s catting rain and dogs?

Hello from Mr & Mrs Idiot!

It’s Always BBQ Time in the Foggy Household.

Yet another fantastic weekend of burnt dead animals, sunshine and life. We don’t care if it rains, that’s why B&Q invented Gazebos.

We will be leaving the Gazebo all week and making the most of the warm weather.

Like a scene from Aliens, I’m sat here enjoying a glass of vino at 9,30pm, listening to the sounds of the night when a disembodied hand appears from nowhere, or is it Mrs Fogg being silly.

See this is how Sam Raimi started on the Evil Dead, I could soon be a horror movie director, well with looks like those it’s monster movie makeup or a career on the stage, sweeping it.

I’ll be back and he is.

My monster FatBoy went back to the shop on Thursday night after I gave the dealer a piece of my mind (yes I know there ain’t much to go round, but i am a giving chappie) after the brake reservoir sealant had apparently perished creating a leak, dripping brake fluid all over the rear brake reservoir. The dealer despatched a driver from Preston to come to our humble abode to collect it and repair it, and so they should.

Since the brake fluid had dripped, it had removed the paint off the rear unit as well. The bike had apparently been through a 99 point check before I got it, so that wasn’t one of the points then, I asked. A rather apologetic dealer owner greeted me and Mrs Fogg this morning when we drove to Chesterfield to pick it back up. Here you go sir, your new 99 point check that HAS been carried out for definite this time. Time for some freebies methinks (valet kit, new chrome footplates since the existing ones have peeled and a nice discount off cleaning stuff).

Then it was the 75 mile trek back on country lanes with my very own Safety car as protection.

So yes, The Hog is back, time to get that cherished plate.

Here you go Mrs Fogg’s very first Love Apples, home grown from cuttings from the Caddies.

And how did they taste, mmmm well maybe needed a little bit longer, but they look good and we are sure the birds, hedgehog, squirrels or wabbits will enjoy them. Still if at first you don’t succeed, go to the supermarket!

What you want is the slap head biker on Mr Fogg’s Hog (woohaa).

Took my first trek on a motorway today up to Darlington (so about 75 miles and scarey at times, you feel very vulnerable with the wind hitting from all angles with tricks sat on your jacksy). Glorious sunshine in York and then cloud all the way from Harrogate.

The best bit is always the cars slowing down when they overtake to have good look. I even had one guy stop at lights, wind down his window and shout over “is that the Terminator’s bike” closely followed by a thumbs up from him.

Next challenge then, 75 miles back down the A1, closely followed by beer and BBQ, eh Mrs Foggy?