The beginning, 2015

The beginning was in our own home where some quite serious forgetting took place.  Them bikes in boxes for airline luggage and transport to Gatwick airport where we stayed in the Yohotel, under the main terminal.  Flight quite early next day, to Stockholm on Norwegian.  Arrived on teim and all our luggage came off OK.  Bikes out of boxes, which were then dunmped (the boxes, that is).  First part of gorgetting then discovered.  Some tools had gone in hand luggage, but those that could be construed as offensive weapons were meant to be in the checked-in luggage, but were not.  The  bikes had had to be part-dismantled to get then in the boxes and re-assembly was limited by this.  Asked airport help and they said the only people with tools were the customs, so went therre and found a helpful carpenter making the customs a new counter.  He lent what was needed and we were almost under way.  BUT, two of the potentially offensive weapons were the quick release spindles for my (Tom's) bike which could not be ridden until we got to a bike shop.  Could push it and after the train into town we decided to walk to the ferry terminal, for the onward boat top Helsinki.  About 5km, but we got where on time and checked in.  Relax.  Beer on the top deck, then smorgasbord supper and bed.  Our cabin, being a cheap one, was in the bowels of the ship - steerage as they used to say - but we slept OK.  In Helsinki went to bike shop following directions from a helpful bloke in enquiries on the boat.  Got bikes sorted and all that lacks now is an ordinary flat blade screwdriver.  At least, I think so but disaster could prove me wrong. Train to Imatra and started cycling about 16.30. 

Next entry actually about cycling!