Pootle crew newbie Ian offered to take us north of the border for a tour of New Galloway Forest. Pete and I jumped at the opportunity but not at the start time:
Nope, that can’t be right. I wouldn’t function at that hour…
Crossing the border to Scotchland
Looking ominous
Lorne sausage butty, ride fuel at it’s finest
Ian’s skill compensator, covered in dust!!!
“I’ve got somewhere for us to get changed lads…”
Pete looking innocent (!?) in front of the very warm Aga.
The lesser spotted Camel-backed Pete.
Probably the only part of the ride I kept up.
Just who is that dashing bastard?
Light dusting of snow as we climbed.
I had to photgraph the broken shells that lined the path just to prove it!
Cresting another climb
Snow flecked pine.
Fantastic views abound.
Pete supervising the pinch flat repair.
Something to aim for.
That mile and a half turned out to be a climb… I mean I wanted to but Pete and Ian wouldn’t let me.
The path to enlightenment (and sandwiches)
Smiles courtesy of great riding (and sandwiches)
Amazing disused viaduct (no sandwiches here sadly)
Marking the end of the Kite trail and the start of the tarmac attack back to Casa de Vacación Ian
Yep, legs were tired at the end. (30.6 miles)
And the route to prove it.
Great ride, fantastic company, good times.
Fat Lad
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