The happy band of 8 set off for the Ryvoan pass in the howling gale, and light smir.
The smir passed quickly, and we boosted along the track. Regrouping every mile or so. The decision of first right after the gate was comm’d… It was wrong, should have been second right. No biggie we back up and go to the pass.
The climb started and went on for ever. The wind blew. Alan supplied chocolate for all at the highest point. We careered down the hill. Interestingly, I was not recognising this bit. I started to laugh, this was the wee track Alan and I hid in when we did the pass the last time.
Right then, back on the proper track, it undulated, the wind blew ever harder and the drizzle was omnipresent. The White Loch came into view, I knew the Bothy was not far. Regrouping at the Bothy the assembled peloton were warned of the state of the track.
Onward and mostly downward now, we again regroup… There is only 6 of us. SS has fallen off. Light damage to knee, elbow and big toe. We set off again, boff down again. Pride bruised this time.
Regrouping and the weirdly fab green Loch.
Decision made, next stop the Druie Cafe for lunch.
Battering down the track, SW Follows Alan over a hump, squirts down the other side, does not arrest her speed and heads for the heather coated ditch. The front stays on the track the back, not so much. But somehow, she holds it together and continues battering down the track. SW the punches the air in celebration – she can be heard shouting “I stayed on”
At Druie now, soups ordered and scoffed.
Heading for BoG now, the wind is behind us, and the drizzle has abated.
At BoG, the decision to not have a beverage and just go back via Loch Garten – coffee outside just makes you cold.
We are well on our way now, Alan and I are well ahead, I stop to wait. Alan is over the hill and far away. I go back to find IW, RE ATTACHING Ashley’s pedal and crank again.
ALL sorted now, we bleesh the tracks all the way back to Nethy Bridge.