The adventures of Steve

Nice one Pete. My exploits probably don’t merit editing your blog for, as you guessed. Nevertheless:-

- loved the cycle along the loch. Would have been a fabulous view if I’d been able to see it.

- ⁠there were two hills which went up a relatively long way but v gently and smoothly

- ⁠I got the same rain as you with 10 miles to go.

- ⁠the first day in several that for some reason I’d forgotten to pre spray with Avon skin stuff. Stopped to put coat on when rain started and noticed the little bastards so decided best to get going again rather than spray there and then

- ⁠after the pint I’d had in the Altnaharah hotel I started to need a wee but was scared to stop for fear of being bitten. Hence absolutely bursting when got to hotel

- ⁠I appear to have somehow escaped being bitten unless there is a very delayed reaction. I remembered they can only fly at 4mph so did my best to cycle faster than that

- ⁠hotel was tuning people away when I arrived so v v v glad I acted when I did especially when I saw the photo of your sitting room

- ⁠hotel has fab views. V good beer and a nice pie dinner for one

- ⁠went to be v early. Ate my dinner as slow as possible trying to incorporate all the techniques I’ve seen Andrew deploy but I still ate my pie in 10 mins and was ready for bed very early

- ⁠because Phil W wasn’t here to carry my book I had nothing to read. Missed your banters over a few beers and shall miss you both trying to order black pudding with your milk shake for breakfast.

- ⁠legs still feeling good, I feel I’ve banished the Lon Las spectre

- ⁠forgot to mention nearly that half way up the first hill I spotted a dot in the distance. It was that bloke we talked to in the pub. Very nice chap but I wasn’t interested in engaging in further conversation with him. As I approached I could see he’d stopped. I thought f’ing hell I hope he’s not going to want to cycle with me and tell me the rest of his life story. Luckily not, I asked if he was OK he said all fine. Looked like he was faffing.

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