Now a fortnight since I left Plymouth, [15 days by my count - Ed.] about 2200 miles up the wiggly road with the sea on the left that is my life. That's about from Calais to Athens - did it once with Gerald in three and a half days on a Kawasaki Z1000, back when Granny was a lad and we both had the Tatoo. You know, the one on your forehead that says "I Am Immortal". Well, so far...
I'm sat on a surprisingly comfortable Parker-Knoll style pile of rocks on the shore of Loch Airol, off the road between Fort William and Mallaig. We've pitched up on a spot that would satisfy even the whiniest of campers.
ENTER PETULANT CAMPER: "I want full sun! I want a loch, no make that a very beautiful loch in front and a sodding great mountain behind. I want soft, level green grass and a beautiful tinkling brook ten yards away. AND I WANT IT NOW!!"
GENIE OF THE CAMPING STOVE: "It shall be done, O whiney One."
And so it came to pass, etc.
Saw a young stag two miles from departure this morning, he just stood there 20 yards away as I clicked feverishly. Fantastic, usually I see one down a rifle sight, so a nice change for me, and, naturally, him too.
For days I've been meaning to do some thank you stuff. So, in no particular order, here goes:
Westcom, for the kit I write this on, and the Iphone that does the pics.
TyreMarks for the brilliant tyres, which I'm shredding on the grippy Scottish tarmac, nothing to do with my riding, of course...
Tavy Signs for the stonking graphics.
Kountry Kit of Tavistock for the kip mat that helps me to sleep so well.
Doug, Pete and Fran at Tavistock Chainsaw for the bike service (what's that funny rattle, Fran?).
Givi UK for the fantastic panniers, which I'm abusing horribly.
Azcari for the superb SatMap which tells me where I am, and without which life would be a misery.
And to all the great people who have offered beds, given me money and said nice things. And the campsite owners, who have unfailingly given me free pitches, last night being Port Ban-thanks a lot.
Then there's Sara, Alice and Matt, who make this all possible. Ta and I love you all.
Photos from day 15.
I'm sat on a surprisingly comfortable Parker-Knoll style pile of rocks on the shore of Loch Airol, off the road between Fort William and Mallaig. We've pitched up on a spot that would satisfy even the whiniest of campers.
ENTER PETULANT CAMPER: "I want full sun! I want a loch, no make that a very beautiful loch in front and a sodding great mountain behind. I want soft, level green grass and a beautiful tinkling brook ten yards away. AND I WANT IT NOW!!"
GENIE OF THE CAMPING STOVE: "It shall be done, O whiney One."
And so it came to pass, etc.
Saw a young stag two miles from departure this morning, he just stood there 20 yards away as I clicked feverishly. Fantastic, usually I see one down a rifle sight, so a nice change for me, and, naturally, him too.
For days I've been meaning to do some thank you stuff. So, in no particular order, here goes:
Westcom, for the kit I write this on, and the Iphone that does the pics.
TyreMarks for the brilliant tyres, which I'm shredding on the grippy Scottish tarmac, nothing to do with my riding, of course...
Tavy Signs for the stonking graphics.
Kountry Kit of Tavistock for the kip mat that helps me to sleep so well.
Doug, Pete and Fran at Tavistock Chainsaw for the bike service (what's that funny rattle, Fran?).
Givi UK for the fantastic panniers, which I'm abusing horribly.
Azcari for the superb SatMap which tells me where I am, and without which life would be a misery.
And to all the great people who have offered beds, given me money and said nice things. And the campsite owners, who have unfailingly given me free pitches, last night being Port Ban-thanks a lot.
Then there's Sara, Alice and Matt, who make this all possible. Ta and I love you all.
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