The immediate images that spring to mind of previous trips to Scotland are not always positive ones ! Being sand blasted by rain descending near Kylesku, being eaten alive by midges on the Isle of Arran and cycling head on into ferocious winds on the Outer Hebrides just to name a few ! Pain aside my "mind bank" also conjures up many images of magnificent scenery and wild isolation that at least in my mind makes adventuring cycling in Scotland one of the purest experiences in the world. While the preparation for this trip has been a little limited (a 5 star cycle warm up in Patagonia) we have at least covered the bare essentials - nodding politely when listening to Scots talking when you have no idea of what the're saying, saying Yes but meaning no when asked do you want a full Scottish Breakfast (as the kgs pile on) and preparing to be blown away by this incredibly beautiful part of the world. My partner in Crime one K Henley is also back at it again on the promise that there will be no hills, that we won't get lost and that there will be no long days in the saddle (..hmm should i tell him). It is our 9th O/S journey together and it promises to be a real beauty !
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It was the smell of the finish line and the smell of 3 week unwashed cycling clothes that got H to remove himself sloth like from his bed (a...
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Of all the things that have epitomised the remoteness of Nth West Scotland the home delivery Tesco van that brings supermarket goods to loca...
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In the New Forest Moreton Church Wareham T E Lawrences' grave Poole Harbour
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