My cycle ride to I.O.W Shanklin

After a good nights rest woke up at 7ish, had breakfast with the girls which was the same chaos screaming and rice crispys flying everywhere.
I needed to allow myself at least a good four hours ride to get to Portsmouth for 4pm, finally got out the house for around 10:30am
I knew the route and headed out on the A33 to Basingstoke, the traffic was quite clear and made good progress into Basingstoke within 50 minutes and the next town was Alton.
Followed the signs into Alton but I wanted to take the b roads and got a bit lost for about half an hour, the roads in this country are made for cars as soon as you come of a A road forget signs there isn't any its pure guess work and getting your bearing right, I final ask some one in a village called Farrington who directs me to the A32.
Time is getting on and I cant afford to take it easy and make good speed through the number of small villages along the A32, this road was very quite and seems to be a good road for motorbikes to take, its fairly flat and at about the 57 mile mark I decide to stop and grab a egg and bacon sandwich from a local garage and im on my way again.
After about twenty minutes I see a sign for Portsmouth 21 miles blimmy that was quick I thought, so eased of a little and called the girls to check there progress seems like they are stuck on the M3 traffic that's also heading into Southampton and the south coast, and are about the same distance as me.
I finally arrive into Ferham and I need to join the A27 which will take me into Portsmouth, this road isn't the best road to cycle on more like a motor way.
After a few hairy moments and some prick who pulls out in front of me I pull up and call the girls, hey they are already at the ferry and are waiting in the car park form me at this point im only 6 miles away.
Portsmouth has changed a lot and is still of roundabouts and dozens of traffic lights its a hole really.
I finally arrive at the ferry and have completely passed the girls a quick call soon fixes that as they are right behind me in the car park!
So nice to see Ellas little bemming face she look confused at first as why I was on my bike!!!
I board the ferry as a foot passenger and soon realise I have taken the 3.30pm ferry and arrive before the girls not a problem as I have a small head start.
Arrive at Fishbourne for 4 ish and im first off, into Ryde within ten minutes there is a huge scooter rally on the island bikes everywhere it stinks off two stroke oil!
Im heading into Shanklin and follow at group of about 8 scooters for about 6 miles and catch them at every set of lights, also I see one scooter towing another scooter they where finding it hard on the hills and I stay with them almost into shanklin,
Sign posts here again are crap and I over shoot Shanklin but it was worth it as the old town is worth a look and I end up climbing a huge hill coming out of Shanklin soon realise once I reach the top I have missed my turning and around and head back into Shanklin,
I called the girls who are now on the island and are driving through Brading and I arrive in Wroxhall five minutes before them.
Total mileage 85 miles, time 5:15 minutes and very hungry.
I change and unload the car, the girls loved the trolleys and I wheel them up to the caravan while Sarah sorts out keys and milk etc, its nice to see them again and soon get settled in to our caravan.
A quick shower and we are out for dinner.
we arrive in Shanklin ols town and its very busy no where to park but we find a spot about ten minutes walk away, Sarah asks some old chap where the old town is but hes as confused as we are looked a bit drunk to me!
We decide to turn right and Sarah soon realises she has already been down this road already! by what she tells me she has been down every side street in Shanklin think it was Ella being co pilot ! no wonder I beat her to the site.
We pick the busiest pub in town and food waiting time is 1.5 hours! sod that time to move on so I run down the street and find a cute pub that isn't as busy and food time is only twenty minutes.
So we up root and head over, Sarah's getting stressed as Evie must be so hungry! luckily we meet a young boy called Max who's the same age as Ella and the girls play until we get our food, no kronys here just Heineken but its beer and im soon feeling glowey.
Not a bad meal, the owner has a quick chat and seems very friendly.
We all return back to the caravan and Evie soon hits the sack first.