Zero km, via nowhere
I think they even have rest days on the Tour de France and the hills to the north of Dumfries are as beautiful as any they have to offer over the Channel, so it's been a pleasure to 'rest up' for 24 hours at Clare and Ronald's hideaway, to catch up on some domestic chores and make space in the peleton for Mark, who has driven over from Durham to join us for the next stage - into the western isles.
Ronald has planned some clever backroad routes that involve quite a bit of island hopping and, with any luck, some canalside riding...anything to keep us off the dreaded A82 with its speeding juggernauts.
So thank you, as always, to Clare and Ronald for welcoming us into their parallel universe Also to Shirley for driving over with Mark and for keeping us all giggling over supper. Tomorrow we will, I suspect, again have all too little time to stand and stare but for today it's been great!
Day 9 (Jan)
Greater generosity hath no woman than this: that she lay down her dental appointment for her friend's friend.
So it was that I found myself in a dental chair in Dumfries at 8.30 this morning, having relieved Clare of her check-up. The dentist was very interesting: an enthusiastic cyclist who was about to set off for the London-Surrey 100 miler, based on last year's Olympic roadrace route. he was very sympathetic and understood the urgency of 'getting something done' before we are stuck out in the middle of nowhere for several days, with only a slamming door and a piece of string available for tooth extraction. 30 minutes later I was minus the remains of my broken tooth - root and all. And with serious advice not to exert myself for the rest of the day....
So, coffee, flapjacks (sorry Mr Dentist), the odd nap, a little stroll up to the Roman camp near Dusetter. Venison for supper.
I think they even have rest days on the Tour de France and the hills to the north of Dumfries are as beautiful as any they have to offer over the Channel, so it's been a pleasure to 'rest up' for 24 hours at Clare and Ronald's hideaway, to catch up on some domestic chores and make space in the peleton for Mark, who has driven over from Durham to join us for the next stage - into the western isles.
Ronald has planned some clever backroad routes that involve quite a bit of island hopping and, with any luck, some canalside riding...anything to keep us off the dreaded A82 with its speeding juggernauts.
So thank you, as always, to Clare and Ronald for welcoming us into their parallel universe Also to Shirley for driving over with Mark and for keeping us all giggling over supper. Tomorrow we will, I suspect, again have all too little time to stand and stare but for today it's been great!
Day 9 (Jan)
Greater generosity hath no woman than this: that she lay down her dental appointment for her friend's friend.
So it was that I found myself in a dental chair in Dumfries at 8.30 this morning, having relieved Clare of her check-up. The dentist was very interesting: an enthusiastic cyclist who was about to set off for the London-Surrey 100 miler, based on last year's Olympic roadrace route. he was very sympathetic and understood the urgency of 'getting something done' before we are stuck out in the middle of nowhere for several days, with only a slamming door and a piece of string available for tooth extraction. 30 minutes later I was minus the remains of my broken tooth - root and all. And with serious advice not to exert myself for the rest of the day....
So, coffee, flapjacks (sorry Mr Dentist), the odd nap, a little stroll up to the Roman camp near Dusetter. Venison for supper.
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