Barbs's Big Bike RIde

This year I have decided to stay and enjoy an English Spring. It has been a long time coming but at last it is here and I am off to explore my own back yard. Well actually travelling up the UK mainland as far north as possible before 21st June and see how close I can get to the Midnight Sun.


After my travels along the Camino de Santiago across northern Spain last September on my trusty old iron donkey, I have bought a lighter bike in the hope that I can get up a few more hills and by going from Lands End to John o Groats (LEJOG) I can avoid the killing headwinds of the Spanish meseta.


So here she is, we had a jolly naming ceremony on Saturday and hopefully the good friends, food and weather I enjoyed will carry me through to the farthest northern climes. Thank you all for a great send off, admirably topped off with one too many pints The Village Bike listening to Mojo Triangle.


And she is called Eleanor, isn't she beautiful, I hope I still have such tender feelings after 6 hours in the saddle, but probably only in the nether regions I fear.


The map link on the right will show a rough itinerary and route and I will try try to update with my actual route, if I can work out how and where I am as I go along, you know there will be little correlation but I will get there or somewhere in the end!


If you want an email update, submit your address in the box also on right and hopefully it will find its way through the ether to you.



Monday, 27 May 2013

Where to?

Still undecided but speaking to my room mate I have decided to head out west again, forsaking Barbaraville, which will require a new map as I didn't bring the relevant pages, so have booked a bunkhouse at the edge of my current map and will make a decision whether or not to go to Ullapool and possibly Lewis or head around the coast to Cape Wrath, very lumpy but hopefully worth while.
The day set off dry, contrary to prediction and I managed to get the relevant pages from a cheap road map from The Works. The lady behind the counter was a little surprised at my ripping up my new purchase.
It didn't really help me crossing the Kessock bridge which due to road works ensured I circled the football stadium at least twice before getting onto the cycle path and then I ended up under the bridge on the other side in helmet and hi vis, I think they thought I had come to help with the repairs!
I eventually found the coast road to see the porpoise jumping, not sure you will see them in the photo.
The journey continued as a wild life adventure as I was buzzed by a red kite which was inturn buzzed by a couple of crows and then saw a strange red rumped bird fly across my path.
A visit to the Glen Ord distillery proved less exciting as they had miniature of other whiskies but not their own, so that one is off my list.
The best value coffee and homemade cake, $2.35 and delicious, is to be had at the Tarvie Services on A835 tell your friends.
I am not sure I should blog the next bit but mothers and daughters be assured I am ok.
I had my first spill of the trip, in fact for as long as I can remember, I was entirely my own fault I was crossing a level crossing, but looking at the war memorial up the hill, so missed the sign warning cyclists to dismount, there was a rubber surface which was like ice, in the wet but at least soft when I fell, this is why we wear helmets, boys and girls!
I eventually found my way to another independent hostel at the bottom if a dam in the middle of nowhere, I guess it must have been built for the dam workers, glad its still here for the Monroe baggers.

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