I was luckier than I thought: this not too insignificant chunk was picked out from my tyre and must have stowed itself aboard earlier during my journey on the ‘well !maintained’ 75 cycle path.
Something needs to be done about preventing the litter/debris and then maintaining what is a necessary artery of the Sustrans network.
This is not simply somewhere people can allow their ‘Staffies’ off the leash, nor somewhere young (and old) can discard empty glass bottles.
Wildlife, cyclists and the general public must be protected against such disregard for nature and common decency.
(I really should learn not to trust WordPress’ draft facility – if it at all exists on Android.)
Last night I decided (wrongly) to head up Dippany Farm way and climb to the cottage just below Cairncurran Hill. I found myself facing over pressurised tyres, horrendous mud tracks left by a farm appliance(s), and cows think I was herding them – I was seriously concerned when they were corralled against a gate I needed access to for the final climb.
Still, a lovely night to be out. My ‘outs’ have been infrequent – and I’m feeling it – but I shall persist.
I’ve created two new segments between Auchenbothie Road and Strathgryffe: the ‘Public Path signpost’ had been too tempting,
Playlists? I’ve been enjoying ‘Culture’ series Book One: ‘Consider Phelbas’ by Ian M Banks.
Today she was dismantled and sent to her final resting place.
So many glorious dark and wet nights; so many moors, hills, single tracks.
Last night was my first foray since 19th January.
And it was good.
I had been out earlier with Penny, pushing her along the cycle path on what was a glorious day; a day to remember: her first solids – rice!
A reasonable 20K on dry, flat ground (I stayed away from climbs and tracks). I certainly benefitted from the stone of weight that I’ve been able to keep off since Christmas: 10st 10lbs is the fighting weight I aim to maintain.
The climb up with Penny was not insignificant; the 730 ride up wasn’t too shabby. Orion stood resplendent and permanent throughout, and even a crescent moon and Venus managed to beat the cloud in the west.
The shoulder gave no signs of pain; the legs however did show some signs of strain. I had enough SIS isotopic in two water bobbles.
Auchenfoyle proved the only real challenge, but since having the rear derailleur adjusted I enjoyed the relief the top two cogs offered.
So, when is my next outing?
Out a week last Wednesday and I came off three times.
Third time – extending my arm to break my fall – and I’m still popping the ibuprofen pills.
A cracking night: no underlying ice under the crispy snow. But I became locked into a rut on the descent down towards Mathernock Bridge…and that was it.
“Under an hour.” I certainly hoped so.
The climb up and over Devol Road was windy and the driving rain was painful – I could hardly look up ahead of me and I found myself relying on my memory of the downward section of the trail.
I did think about heading home: the weather was atrocious. The rain was almost horizontal; the wind has me wobbling.
However, such was the power of the wind, I found myself heading into the middle gears on the B788 up to the electricity substation to take advantage of the ‘helping hand’.
I stopped to ring out my gloves on more than one occasion.
Like any endeavour, once home – despite the ice-cold fingers – I was soon bathed on that Reddy Break-esque glow that follows posr-ride. 13K in the bag; a couple of climbs.
Better than staying in.
The forecasted gales promptly arrived, and at 3.15am I thought my window panes were going to come in.