Ardlui - Spean Bridge

Today was just amazing.

A shorter ride than yesterday by 30 miles, it didn't take long to get out of the lowland near Loch Lomond before I started the slow ride up through Rannoch Moor.   

After about an hour, the mindblowing beauty of Glencoe unfolded and I spent the rest of the day surrounded by mountains, valleys and more mountains. 

The sun had his Tam O' Shanter on most of the time and the west wind kept me cool.

Lunch at the 'Real food Cafe' near Glen Coe was washed down with Bru and topped off with carrot cake and coffee on the house.   Thanks Andrew the manager, top man!

And thanks legs for getting me this far without totally falling apart.   According to my sums they've carried, sorry pedalled me 755 miles since last Tuesday..   I'll be treating the faithful old pegs to some Radox lovin' later.

Tonight it's another freebie courtesy of the Spean Bridge Commando hotel.   Fortunately you don't have to be a Para to stay here, it's just a reference to the memorial down the road. Note to self,  try not to get too drunk tonight and start spinning yarns to tourists explaining how the mild limp is a result of several tours in Basra. 

By the way,  Mum took editorial control of the blog yesterday and inserted two sentences of her own.   Five English pounds to anyone who can tell which two. 

Loch Ness and more Bru tomorrow!

H x




ps from Mum:  Hugh was very tired after cycling up Loch Lomond in the dark without falling in and drowning, so his prose was not quite as cogent as usual.