With new tires from Germany and days at a seaside campground in Denmark, I’m rested, and the bike is in top shape.

My next destination is a meet-up with Vicki in Scotland. She loves it there. Her parents immigrated to Canada after the war. These hard-working folk made sure to take their kids back home often and Vicki continues that tradition.

It’s a quick run into Amsterdam where I board the ferry bound for Newcastle upon Tyne. The North Sea crossing at night is impressive. This oil-rich waterway, supplying generational wealth to Norway, is an amazing array of lights, some fixed, others underway. If I’m ever lucky enough to navigate my own craft through this body of water I’ll take care to have human eyes on watch throughout.

Welcome to the UK! Riding a motorcycle on the left-hand side is infinitely simpler than a stick shift rental car picked up from Heathrow following an 11-hour intercontinental flight! The steel mule and I have a quick ride up the coast. Arriving in Dunbar I find myself in a seaside town on the east coast of Scotland. I’m with Vicki for a week until our daughter Marnie arrives – at which point I head south. Our days together are full leaving little time to put pen to paper so here are some pictures of a great retreat with my lovely wife Vicki.