We
were now some thirty miles down on our planned route, so we had to rethink
the ride a bit. Crianlarich was supposed be the next hop, but was 130
miles away, and with the North West wind now gaining strength. We decided
to plough forward for a while and see how far we could get.
Morale had a real boost after the first long climb of the morning, when
we were greeted by a large rock at the side of the road ... SCOTLAND!
We were a long way North of Dover but still with well over 400 miles
to get to Cape Wrath, so we set off down the rapid descent into Jedburgh.
Still on the A68 the wind battered us, and on the climb to St.Boswells
we kept getting blown rght out into the road by strong gusts, fortunately
traffic was very light.
After a good lunch in the cafe there, and stocking up with an excellent
selection of sticky nibbles we pressed on to Edinburgh, still on the
A68 to Dalkeith, still fighting the headwind, reduced only slightly
by the shelter of the valley. We did find d few lanes just befor Edinburgh
and were afforded some glorious views of this fascinating city, and
of the Firth of Forth.
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Carter Bar
We
stopped in the city and realised that we were absolutely shattered, and
that it was now 5pm.- we'd only covered just over sixty miles. Morale
went through the floor, Jackie was all for getting atrain home,and John
and I were very down as well. I tried positive thinking saying we were
over half way with the best scenery yet to come, but after the next nine
miles to the Forth Road bridge I was finished aswell! In addition to the
roaring headwind we had to battle with rush hour traffic, and once over
the bridge and up the hill out of Dumfermline we collapsed by a phone
box, and broke out the Kendal Mint cake.
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