Shoestring Bike Camping

Wah! I can't afford to go up to Scotland and goof around with ravenbait and Frood because, ambassador, with this credit crunch you are really spoiling us.  Especially with the scalping prices of Easter train tix, and let's face it if I flew up I may as well stop posting those cute polar bear pictures.

But I still have a huge wodge of use-it-or-lose it leave booked, and all the toys I foolishly spend my loot on, and Devon is achingly pretty.  So: lemons to lemonade.

Time to make good on something I've been meaning to do since forever: some bike camping.  An extended coast-to-coast, maybe: head up to the North Coast, tool along to about Bude, then hack over the moors to Plymouth and a pre-booked train ticket costing (ironically) less than a fiver.  Tent, family pack of Mars bars, let the wiki map fairies do the heavy route lifting and leave the cat on the nom-o-matic for a few days.

What could possibly go wrong? :)