After English (well Scottish) breakfast number 12 I hauled myself back onto the trusty ride and hit the A82 making my way up the Great Glen.
This Glen is the one that almost severs the north part of Scotland from the rest of it, and has a fair amount of water to fill in the gaps. Loch Ness is one of these watery corridors, and a big one at that.
I must have spent too long looking at the murky grey lake to notice my turnoff and ended up steaming the wrong way for a good 10 miles before realising my mistake.
After a look at the map I decided to keep going and pedal through Inverness rather than make a u-turn. It would have meant a few miles less but I seem to have a mild OCD objection to going back over my tracks when I'm somewhere new.
Another golden sunny day, and some beautiful pine covered hills were chalked up on the cheerful side of the board.
It's weird to think that in two more days my trip will be over and I'll be clipping the bike into place on the sleeper back to Euston. I'm getting used to bagpipe music in the pub, whisky distilleries on every corner and fresh faced cyclists passing me on route to Lands End. I'm also itching to get back to the groove of playing and writing, like I always am after time away.
I've still got a fairly tough day in the saddle tomorrow though; hills aplenty and some exotic sounding places like 'Clashmore' and 'Brora' to check out.
The God of punctures has been kind to me so far but, as Bobby Burns said himself on the subject - "The best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft agley" aft
agley
True 'nuff BB!
H x
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