We'd both been looking forward to this part of the trip, and Scotland didn't disappoint. By lunchtime, I had knackered a set of camera batteries in a futile attempt to cop the natural splendour.
So many ingredients for good cycling:
Wide open spaces...
Forest...
Plants and that...
Sun-dappled roads...
Meadows...
Blue sky...
Big lunch...
Rivers...
Cake...
Purple flowers (lots)...
S - I - L - E - N - C - E...
Chorus lines of inquisitive moo-coos...
Dry stone wall + early evening light...
I took this very poor quality video around the same time:
Also – Rosie humiliated a pony by distracting it with a handful of grass and covertly styling its barnet:
That's about it for today. All fed and watered in Straiton; early start tomorrow, to catch the afternoon ferry over to Arran. Should be a bleak, Caledonian cragfest – in a good way.
So many ingredients for good cycling:
Wide open spaces...
Forest...
Plants and that...
Sun-dappled roads...
Meadows...
Blue sky...
Big lunch...
Rivers...
Cake...
Purple flowers (lots)...
S - I - L - E - N - C - E...
Chorus lines of inquisitive moo-coos...
Dry stone wall + early evening light...
I took this very poor quality video around the same time:
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Also – Rosie humiliated a pony by distracting it with a handful of grass and covertly styling its barnet:
That's about it for today. All fed and watered in Straiton; early start tomorrow, to catch the afternoon ferry over to Arran. Should be a bleak, Caledonian cragfest – in a good way.
Okay Mark Beaumont - I think calling the welsh Cob a pony is far more humiliating ;)!
ReplyDeleteHow can it be more humiliating than being called a cob?! To me, a Welsh Cob has cheese, salad and leeks in it.
ReplyDeleteThat's cause your from cob town - know what a mean!?
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