Hey guys =)
The next morning we drove off the campsite heading for Sherwood Forest. We decided this time to take small roads for we were all fearing for our lives (aggressive English people on big roads, remember?) and didn't want to commit suicide. That was a great decision: We got to see a little more of the great landscape =)
But once more we had to stop – someone had forgotten to tie some strings to the backpack... That seemed to be a mistake cause Schwabi's (Schwabi = Fabi) scooter didn't feel like starting afterwards. So again we stood there, repairing a scooter. During the repairing we noticed the exhaust of the scooter was loose. It had lost one nut and one screw and we didn''t have any with us in that size, but we needed some because the exhaust was grinding on the wheel.
After some time of just waiting for the scooter to start again (yes, it just needed some time – we already knew that problem – the scooter was just playing diva) Lena was like "Hey Schwabi, don't you need an M8 nut? Here is one!" and he agreed that now just the screw was missing. Next to the path that we parked on there was a sign lying in the field. Someone had cut it down or something, but Alex noticed that it had the fitting screw and another fitting set of screw and nut. We didn't think twice and just took them with us – as well as a sticker on the sign saying "No savage value!" that we stuck to Schwabi's scooter.
After the repairing was done we could finally keep going. This time we could drive on without any breaks but for some coffee. We didn't stop for looking at Sherwood Forest since we didn't have that much of time for taking a walk and it didn't seem that special after all. It was a nice forest, but no more. Then we stopped at a petrol station for a little break and for finding a place to sleep for the night. We found out that there were places called ''house farms'', farms doing some camping stuff. They seemed to be common in the UK...
Anyway, we found a house farm called Measham House Farm between Nottingham and Leicester. Just when we found it and had called John (the first, we met another John) we heard the creepy circus music again (the one we heard when we were camping wild by the lake and had heard in Pitlochry again – there I just forgot to write 'bout it)... Then we started off again.
We drove until it got dark and even longer. The darker it got the worse got the radio connection between Mart and me because there we drove over hills and my antenna just didn't like to send and receive, when Mart's antenna wasn't on the same height level... Therefore Mart didn't realize we had to stop again because Lena's exhaust was getting louder and louder, but after some time he realized what was happening and came back. We decided to drive on and care for it later on.
When we arrived at Measham House Farm it was quite late, but John was a pretty cool old Gentleman and didn't really care. He told us where was the next supermarket and all and we had a nice evening and again talked 'til late. The only creepy thing was – again – the circus music that came out of nowhere...
Before the boys had checked what there was about Lena's exhaust and we decided to fix it the next morning and ask John whether there was someone having welding equip while Alex could go to the hospital - his leg didn't get better so we thought it would be better. The next morning Alex started off accompanied by Moprü and we asked John – he just said "Gimme five minutes!" and came back with an address of a blacksmith called Mick that he had already called and who was waiting for us. Mick was quite cool and very helpful, he did the welding all for free – seems like not only Scots are great ;)
But Alex and Moprü came back quite late so we decided to stay another night and John was like "Okay, cool. Keep going." Afterwards we had a really nice BBQ and it got very, very late that night... ;)
Greetings, Lena & Hella =)