Lovely evening meal at the Swan Inn in Eaglesham... Put a link to my website and got two £20 sponsors and dinner on the house... Great pub and people. Thank you!
Big thank you to the kind owners who only charged me £15 as I was doing it for charity. Pigsty Bed and Breakfast... Thank you.
Now, allow me have a whinge.
Hardly slept last night as was up feeling sick... Adrenaline still pumping and Danie thought me having a protein shake just after a whiskey wasn't a great idea.
Feeling so tired and exhausted meant could only eat half my breakfast. Felt sick all day :(
Puncture repair with bare hands in the bitterly cold wind was not welcomed especially1/2 mile into the day.
Stoped after 10miles to try to take more food on... Only managed half a sandwich... Not exactly the calorific eating which I needed.
Felt sick all morning cycling through the snow drifts on small country lanes, and later, on the old A74, drifts of fly tipping and tyres on either side of the road.
Far too cold with a headwind to be taking photos of the white hills that surrounded me. Sorry.
Managed one of some proud wind farms... "Look how windy it is... Look at my blades go..."
Annoyed at my lack of progress... 40miles by 1, I stopped at a hotel for lunch. Had to cancel meeting up with friend Dave near Penrith...another 80miles on an upset and empty stomach was not going to happen. Was really looking forward to that mate.
On my way out, I queried the lady about how hilly it was further on... "oh, it flattens out from here on. Wait - which ways ar ye going? Oh... Well that`s different then... The trains used to get stuck going up Beatock."
Having had my spirits lowered even further- a buisness man tried to engage me in a conversation about just how 'loooong' it takes to drive to Bristol. Hmmpft.
"Unfortunately, the on board chef has run out of sandwiches. The next station will be Bristol Temple Meads- please make sure you have all your belongings with you."
As I shook the snow out of my numb left ear, I simultaneously awoke from my day dream.
Ears free from snow, I was able to retune in to the roar of the adjacent M74.
The rail mainline up to Glasgow runs parallel to the M74 and the old A74 (the road I was pedalling along at a meagre rate). All three running along in that order. Ironically in that order of comfort and speed. Train. Car. Bike.
Ocasionally the order would swap... But only when the train ducked underneath the motorway. Bike was still at the bottom in terms of speed and comfort.
Every now and then a polite sign would inform me that
"Cycle track narrows".
I argued with the imaginary sign writer that it should read...
"the space on the side of the road on the other side of the white line (the bit covered in rubbish, broken glass, fly tipping and that has never been resurfaced since the road was built) is going to disappear completely soon."
"Well no one would be able to read that many words on a sign that small."
Touche Mr Sign writer.
Saw a road sign next to a turning marked...
'To Scotland's highest village'. Somehow I managed to resist the burning desire to turn up it.
Arrived at Lockerbie just before 5... Very much needed after yesterdays finish time of 8pm.
I know that there are some glaring grammatical errors and typos in these blogs but they are all written on my phone and my deft and slender fingers are not that what they once were.
6MS- additional (optional) holiday homework... Print a blog out and edit it ready for first Monday
A poultry 70mile day... Beaten by snow, wind and fatigue...
This may be a 10 day event...
So... If you are feeling generous, or better still- sorry for me, donate away...
Feeling like a long way from home today but this is all for two great causes and will give some of the help Claire and Kai have had to others so buck up Stinch and get to bed.
Tomorrow is a big day.
(... Deja-vu/ecoute?!)
Love from Lockerbie.
Big thank you to the kind owners who only charged me £15 as I was doing it for charity. Pigsty Bed and Breakfast... Thank you.
Now, allow me have a whinge.
Hardly slept last night as was up feeling sick... Adrenaline still pumping and Danie thought me having a protein shake just after a whiskey wasn't a great idea.
Feeling so tired and exhausted meant could only eat half my breakfast. Felt sick all day :(
Puncture repair with bare hands in the bitterly cold wind was not welcomed especially1/2 mile into the day.
Stoped after 10miles to try to take more food on... Only managed half a sandwich... Not exactly the calorific eating which I needed.
Felt sick all morning cycling through the snow drifts on small country lanes, and later, on the old A74, drifts of fly tipping and tyres on either side of the road.
Far too cold with a headwind to be taking photos of the white hills that surrounded me. Sorry.
Managed one of some proud wind farms... "Look how windy it is... Look at my blades go..."
Annoyed at my lack of progress... 40miles by 1, I stopped at a hotel for lunch. Had to cancel meeting up with friend Dave near Penrith...another 80miles on an upset and empty stomach was not going to happen. Was really looking forward to that mate.
On my way out, I queried the lady about how hilly it was further on... "oh, it flattens out from here on. Wait - which ways ar ye going? Oh... Well that`s different then... The trains used to get stuck going up Beatock."
Having had my spirits lowered even further- a buisness man tried to engage me in a conversation about just how 'loooong' it takes to drive to Bristol. Hmmpft.
"Unfortunately, the on board chef has run out of sandwiches. The next station will be Bristol Temple Meads- please make sure you have all your belongings with you."
As I shook the snow out of my numb left ear, I simultaneously awoke from my day dream.
Ears free from snow, I was able to retune in to the roar of the adjacent M74.
The rail mainline up to Glasgow runs parallel to the M74 and the old A74 (the road I was pedalling along at a meagre rate). All three running along in that order. Ironically in that order of comfort and speed. Train. Car. Bike.
Ocasionally the order would swap... But only when the train ducked underneath the motorway. Bike was still at the bottom in terms of speed and comfort.
Every now and then a polite sign would inform me that
"Cycle track narrows".
I argued with the imaginary sign writer that it should read...
"the space on the side of the road on the other side of the white line (the bit covered in rubbish, broken glass, fly tipping and that has never been resurfaced since the road was built) is going to disappear completely soon."
"Well no one would be able to read that many words on a sign that small."
Touche Mr Sign writer.
Saw a road sign next to a turning marked...
'To Scotland's highest village'. Somehow I managed to resist the burning desire to turn up it.
Arrived at Lockerbie just before 5... Very much needed after yesterdays finish time of 8pm.
I know that there are some glaring grammatical errors and typos in these blogs but they are all written on my phone and my deft and slender fingers are not that what they once were.
6MS- additional (optional) holiday homework... Print a blog out and edit it ready for first Monday
A poultry 70mile day... Beaten by snow, wind and fatigue...
This may be a 10 day event...
So... If you are feeling generous, or better still- sorry for me, donate away...
Feeling like a long way from home today but this is all for two great causes and will give some of the help Claire and Kai have had to others so buck up Stinch and get to bed.
Tomorrow is a big day.
(... Deja-vu/ecoute?!)
Love from Lockerbie.
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