104 miles knocked off, but my Lord what a day.
The first four hours of today were through a blazing Scottish summer heatwave. Or, more accurately, horizontal, driving rain, freezing winds occasionally reaching gale-force. All across a glorious backdrop of Scottish scenery. Sadly, Scottish scenery mainly consists of massive hills and mountains. And we were cycling up and down them
That aside, because we didn't stop for four hours (it was too cold and wet) we covered 50+ miles before stopping for lunch at the first place we found, a visitors' centre at Glencoe. The faces on the bemused faces of the tourists will live with me forever. Three drenched English idiots, dressed in lycra, drenced with a mix of sweat and rain stood shivering in front of them in the cafeteria.
Having consumed enough food to feed a small family for a month and our spirits being boosted by the news of the various toilet blockages in the office, we set off again. Miraculously, the weather improved as we approached officially the wettest place in the UK (Fort William) and the rest of the day was a (comparative) breeze. We cruised up to Loch Ness, no sign of Nessie but we did stay in a lovely converted farmhouse/B&B.
The only, hugely amusing downside to this place was that myself and Bri were in the converted attic. This, of course, meant low ceilings. So low I couldn't stand up in the rooms, let alone the shower. And I didn't fit in the bed either (it had a wooden end to it). The one thing you want to do when you've cycled 100+ miles is TO BE ABLE TO STRETCH OUT YOUR LEGS!
Everyone else found this hilarious though.
Oh and Brian snored and I couldn't shut him up. Even by kicking his bed.
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