I had a cracking weekend, made better by the good weather. Up at 5 am yesterday to ride up to the Lake District, with a detour to a village near Doncaster to clean the headstone of my wife's late aunt and then a scenic route across the Dales before arriving in Windermere. A quick pit stop later (saying hello to parents already up there on holiday) and then riding from lake to lake. I lost count of the passes, but definitely remember Wrynose, Hardknott (certainly not going to forget that one - steepest, bumpiest hairpins I've ever encountered!), Honister and Kirkstone. 12 hours in total in the saddle, stopping for just fuel, water and the occasional photo. Met a mad German biker at the top of Hardknott, conforming to stereotype by riding an ancient GS! The traffic was good - fairly light on the passes for the most part - perhaps everyone was watching the royal wedding. A few runners around, but the biggest irritation were the cyclists, who seem to delight in riding three abreast on roads that are little more than single track in most places.
Certainly a different experience to the main European passes, but not one to be sniffed at when it is on your doorstep (well, four hours and two tanks of fuel away for me!). Took a more direct route back, cutting along the A65 to the A1. The A65 would be nice if it were empty, but farm machinery, caravans did their best to prevent that. 445 miles yesterday, and then 305 back today. I love the XR so much on little trips like this - I think I'm just going to settle and hold on to it for a while longer.