Got back from Scotland late on Wednesday afternoon, and then set off for a couple of day’s walk along the coast on Thursday, stopping over at a pub and getting home Friday teatime.
Bit tired now.
Have got some photographs, but they’re the usual mix of long shots of windswept beaches and close-ups of coffee cups in small cafes, so might not bother posting them up. They’re becoming such cliches.
Apart from that, some new (and old) stories here
Riding up the Devil’s Staircase is pretty much impossible. What you do is push your bike up, which is sort of like walking, but with the added bonus of having to push 35lb trolley. Then you go down the other side like a screaming banshee, holding on for dear life. Or, like me, you bottle it, get off, and walk down the rest of the way.
Rannoch Moor was bleak. That’s the only good thing I can say about it.
All together though, the three days in Scotland was great. We rode from Fort William down to Loch Lomond, stopping over at Bridge of Orchy. Didn’t do the full trip, the last 35 miles or so into Glasgow, but maybe next year we’ll do the lot.
The Ferry from Tarbet to Rowardennan was a hoot, and on the return there was so much scotch mist that visibility across the loch was zero.