Having little to do on this ship is wonderful. I’ve read a book in just over a day, snoozed for many hours and have now put my mind to poetry. I give you the limerick of the cycle from Tarifa to Nordkapp! Can anyone do better?
There once was a man from Elland*,
Who cycled his way to a land,
Far away, without pay, for many a day,
And now he’s substantially tanned!
(*This does require ‘Elland’, the town in Yorkshire from whence I come, to be pronounced ‘El-and’. It’s nowhere near Elland Road by the way…)
UPDATE, 9pm: A couple of limericks posted in the comments to this post. The first is from Steve:
From North of the M62
Came pedalling writer, Andrew
With Reggie the bike, they cycled the sights
In places most only dream to.
The second from Peter:
There once was a man from Elland
With his bike Reggie the Ridgeback so grand
They pedalled for miles, over mountains and styles
I hope everything went as you planned.