Wednesday. Must be Cumnock.
The rain stayed away and the sun was there or thereabouts all day, shining down on increasingly hilly surroundings and giving me another reason to be cheerful.
The aural entertainment came mostly in spoken form today.
George Carlin's ascerbic take on everything from pointless airline announcements to the inevitability and ultimate inconsequence of the end to humankind was a good way to kick off.
After lunch, courtesy of the cheery wee red and white chef, I moved onto an Ian Banks novel, read by an actorly Scotsman, which kept me company til the destination.
George Carlin's ascerbic take on everything from pointless airline announcements to the inevitability and ultimate inconsequence of the end to humankind was a good way to kick off.
After lunch, courtesy of the cheery wee red and white chef, I moved onto an Ian Banks novel, read by an actorly Scotsman, which kept me company til the destination.
So here I am, being looked after by Julie and Alistair in Afton Water. There was a plate of Toad in the hole waiting in the oven when I arrived, not forgetting Julie's home baked scones, almost as good as Mum's!
Thanks for having me guys, and for carrying on the tradition of being guest house owners from Yorkshire, regardless of where I am!
Also thanks to Tom Savage for sorting out the map at the top, so that you can all see that I'm really doing it and not sitting on a beach in Malaga with a cold cerveza and Photoshop.
Duck me I'm knackered. 90 more clicks to do tomorrow, taking me to the top of Loch Lomond..
5-1!!!
Pleasure, Hugh, but like i said, i can only fake the readings for so long. I'll keep sending the sponsorship cash to Monaco as agreed but once you find a settled base, let me know. Cheers.
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