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, 3 June 2013

The Scourie scuttle

After my enforced delay I was keen to get on with my coastal trek, the day again dawned musty, this time with added droplets but I was hopeful that it would clear as per yesterday so after a duck egg buttie for breakfast and homemade cake for a mid morning treat I was off.  I knew it was a lumpy road from all the chevron on the map, but it would be worth it for the views. Unfortunately the mist didn't clearand it continued to drizzle enough to be annoying on the glasses but not to soak right through.  So although the terrain was very cornish at least it was a bit warmer and it was good to concentrate on the small stuff of flora and fauna rather than being distracted by the grand design.
I arrived at my b&b to a welcome of fresh coffee home made crumpets and shortbread.  An evening in the pub with a fellow beer drinking guest and back to yet more cake and biscuits.  The breakfast was equally voluminous, like me by this time, all for 24 quid, so if you are ever settling to scourie, Minch view is the place to stay.

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