Day: June 13, 2016

13 June

34 miles

Climbing 622 m

Cumulative distance 819 miles

We had a fairly short day today, we had a long chat with Glynne and Sue before they set off on the long drive back to North Wales and then had a very long coffee stop whilst we completed yesterdays social media duties that were hampered by the lack of signal at the campsite

Misty trees at Beecraigs campsite

The morning we thought would all be downhill to the Forth Bridge but in fact we hadnt studied the map closely enough- one quite steep hill got us warmed up before a gentle downhill into South Queensferry , we stopped at the local Tesco to stock up with food and sat in their cafe for a prolonged break uploading photos etc.

We set off to cycle across the Forth Road Bridge , the views to either side were stunning- the old Rail Bridge off to the right and to the left the new Queensferry Crossing-  still being built, a massive impressive structure with the towers disapearing up into the cloud at times- and on top of the towers huge cranes for the construction- being a crane driver here would not be for the fainthearted . We were rather surprised by how much movement there was on the Forth Bridge itself- the cycle way is bolted on outside the main roadways and very noticeably sways with every passing lorry . The bridge was recently closed for a while when cracks were found- not worth worrying about. We took lots of pictures of the construction although it was  partly obscured by the left hand carriageway.

Queensferry crossing under construction. Segments not yet joined up

Cranes disappearing into the mist

Segments advancing towards each other

Forth Rail Bridge opened 1890.

After the crossing we wound our way through the built up area of North Queensferry until we emerged into quieter roads and a substantial hill.

Looking back at the Queensferry Crossing

We stopped by the Town Loch at Townhill for lunch

Town Loch, Townhill

And then had a relaxed cycle up through hills, first grass then forest.

Hills South of Kinross

Forest lanes

Lane through Blairadam forest south of Kinross

Ferns

Water Avens

and down to Kinross, with fantastic views of Loch Leven and the much higher mountains in the distance that we cross in the next few days.

Above Kinross

View over Loch Leven

Down to Kinross

Above Kinross. Proper mountains blue in the distance

On the way through the forest Gayle spotted a lovely flower but couldnt identify it but with the wonder of facebook she sent her picture of it to our friend Chris who is an enormous source of information on botany and the natural world- within minutes we had the answer- Water Avens, so now we can post the picture and sound all knowledgeable and nobody will know.

We arrived in town  just in time to buy meths for our stove before the ironmonger closed.

The campsite tonight is rather expensive for basic facilities but there are some other end to enders with their support team and some very brown cyclists from the Netherlands who have been exploring Western Scotland and the Hebrides in perfect weather . The weather has turned much colder but this is a blessing as it keeps the midges down.

A12 June

41 miles

Climbing 840m

Cumulative total  785 miles 

Today dawned with with a scene familiar to anyone who has camped in Scotland at this time of year. It is not the wind or rain that can dominate camping- it’s the midges , Scottish midges are in a class of their own. They can reduce grown men to tears and anyone to near insanity. It is not just the bites- they come in clouds and crawl over your eyelids and into your ears and nose. They can supposedly detect heat and carbon dioxide given off by people and are attracted to them, certainly this morning although the field had some midges,  around the tent there was a visible cloud and they had collected under the flysheet awaiting their breakfast.

The classical Scottish camping scenario ensued- the tussle between a full bladder and the prospect of facing the hungry beasties outside. When we looked out and saw them crawling all over the tent flysheet there was a comment reminiscent of a scene in Zulu with Michael Caine-  “ Zulus Sir, thousands of them”  but without the cockney accent and with more expletives .

Gayle fighting midges in the rain

The needs of nature won as usual and we smothered ourselves in Avon Skin so soft – the secret weapon adopted by the SAS against the fearsome midge in preference to DEET- which works but repels humans as well as midges.

After another proper breakfast courtesy of Glynne and Sue we set off in the rain , but in fact we had a great days cycling-

Sue and the dogs in the van

Glynne making breakfast

Glynne joined us for the morning and the A road was quiet but had a silky smooth surface making cycling fast  and easy and the scenary lovely as the mist draped itself around the hills.

Misty green hills

Misty hills

We passed a lonely figure walking in the opposite direction in the rain- he was an American who was walking from John O Groats to Lands End- cycling feels quite hard work but walking the route would be much harder- in fact this was his third time, he had also walked across the United States – defies the imagination.

You’ve got to be hardy

We made good progress to Carnwath where the award winning Apple Pie Bakery provided excellent sustenance. We passed the intriguingly named village of Quothquan- Scrabble anyone?

On a treble word score?

Wet cycling but beautiful scenery

Glynne and Martin , lunch at the Apple Pie Bakery Carnwath

Pie awards

Along the way we met a Scots trio doing John o’Groats to Lands End,  they were travelling light and explained that they were doing “a tour of the Premier Inns of Britain”. Going up hill sometimes we see the attraction of this approach.

In the afternoon Sue joined us and we pressed on and the route became a bit more up and down (“lumpy” in cycling parlance) as we crossed the Pentland Hills.   We passed through the tiny habitation of Woolfords that was offering coffee in the tiny village hall but we were fresh from our lunch and didn’t stop, however half a mile further on Gayle noticed a distraught lamb stuck up to its shoulders in a boggy ditch in the middle of a peat bog-  inaccesible. Gayle cycled back the village hall where they knew who the farmer was and soon called for help to rescue the poor thing.

Hopefully rescued by now

Rams gathering their strength for the Autumn

A crow eating insects off a lanb

We then entered the low cloud and passed a series of wind turbines- quite eerily beautiful disapearing up into the mist.

Turbines in mist

Ferns and bog cotton

We passed through the new town of Livingston, a sprawling town but with an excellent series of cycle ways avoiding busy roads and taking us through extensive green spaces. There was then the hardest part of the day up some fairly steep climbs towards the campsite- Beecraigs country park, a mountain biking centre with a very well equipped campsite .

Pentland hills, Sue and Martin

Camped at Beecraigs, as far as possoble from midgey grass

3 cycle touring Poles from Warsaw arrived about 8, pedalling from Glasgow to London, enormous packs.

And so a final evening being looked after and fed by Glynne and Sue , tomorrow we were planning on a rest day but in fact after the last couple of days with them we feel refreshed and will defer the rest day and press on to Perth.

We didn’t manage to post last night as there was no mobile signal,  I think the radio waves couldn’t get through the mist