Girls Girls Girls


When Plum arrived via the SGH I was reassured that I had made the right choice.  He looked buggered.  Our B&B was of the 'someone's spare bedroom' variety...my least favourite.....but they were very welcoming and the room was comfortable. They had managed to create en-suite facilities in a room that really wasn't big enough and the trick in the shower was never to drop the soap as bending to pick it up was impossible.   Neil just lay on his bed staring at the wall and muttering 'big hill', 'nasty' and 'dont send me back'.

Today , after days if slogging into westerly winds, we turned east.  Unfortunately the wind reversed direction so we STILL had a headwind.  Bugger. Apart from the wind, and a temperature of about 12 degrees it was an easy day with very few hills.  At our lunch stop we met a fellow cyclist of the female persuasion.  She was carrying full pannier crap like us and yesterday had done the same big hill as Neil, but with an extra 20 miles on top for good measure.  Respect.

She was heading our way so we let her tuck in and shelter from the wind for our last 24 miles to Inverness and it made a pleasant change to have someone new to chat to as we rode.  She was probably appalled to find herself stuck with two grumpy old men but was polite enough to not let it show.  

About 15 miles from the end we crossed the roundabout that marked the end of our NC500.  Now we just have a couple of hundred miles to retrieve the van in Balloch.

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