I love the smell of tarmac in the morning…
yep, although maybe acropolis now and in deference to the continued state of dilapidation and detritus that we are still walking through… add Evanton and Alness to the aforementioned litany…but apocalypse did come to mind in a post-event way too…
Having started with the National Trail delights of the SWCP in Cornwall continuing through to the GGW up Loch Ness and having used various disused railway lines such as Strawberry line in Somerset up to the Strathblane one around Glasgow as well as sharing National Cycle Network Trails getting as far now as #1 the rest of the route description is as follows:
1) get on A9
2) avoid traffic
3) stay on A9
4) carry on avoiding traffic
5) finish
Did I lose you there at all?
gone are the early morning sounds of a cuckoo or the sweet coconut smell of the gorse; diesel fumes from Eddie Stobart’s finest and the Doppler effect of the boy wonders’ souped-up shag wagons are now my constant companions.
i did get one glimpse of idiosyncratic colour before leaving the back roads which made me smile
Otherwise the scenery along the Firth was as grey as the sky and the water itself
(And yes that is some sea in the background).
the bright spot for Becca was that we passed through Alness which is home to two distilleries. I got a brief glimpse of her petticoats and she was off like a bloodhound on the trail. Dalmore has now been added to Becca’s Little Black (Label Whisky) Book.
I think I can claim, with the same trepidation as before, another ‘count down’ milestone – less than 100 miles to go…
… although given the intro above (Doors’ music anyone?) and the impending Dornoch Road bridge it seems fitting to conclude with “the horror! the horror!”
23 miles today….. stroll on ?
Ah walking on the A9. Luxury. In my day we had to lick that road clean wit’ our tongue before we were allowed to crawl on our hands and knees on it, but you try and tell the kids of today and they won’t believe you…
I’m getting up before I go to bed, does that count?! … thanks for checking in mate… almost there….
There’s a pint of guest with your name on it waiting in the Crown when you get back. It’s got to be better than that whisky gubbins…
Cheers, I’ll bring my special German ‘honest it’s only a pint size really’ glass and get Mr Chuckles to fill it…
Less than 100 miles to go, and all achieved without my morale sapping inane blog inputs. Well done mon brave. No excuse really for not keeping across your blogs, other than jet lag is taking longer to shift than normal.
Not wanting to put the cart before the horse, what plans to get back home ? Train, boat, plane, matter transportation ? My wheels are available if you need transport from/to anywhere. Just leave the socks behind.
We pulled through… welcome back to the blogosphere … hadn’t seen you on camouflage parade recently… would have thought my blog and your comments would’ve been perfect for jet lag…