It was a cool and misty morning when we set off on our shrouded odyssey. We were lit up and headed up “mud on road” to Ballo – not been up there in a while. AM did his best whippet impersonation and scooted to the top. I followed. At the top we admired the view. We were above the mist and the sun was keaking round Dundee. Due to a lack of photographic equipment, you will just have to take our word for the spectacularness (lol thats not even a word) of the vista. Onward we went,”mud on road” and up through Littleton. Top of Tully and the views were again astounding (Coupar and Blair hidden by the mist) erm the hills picked out by the orangey glow of the early morning sun and the valley coated in thick fingers of mist. Lundie “mud on road” next. Lundie passed in a mud splattered blur or was it the mist formed on my goggles that made it blurry. Photo opportunity 3 the swans reflected in the mirror smooth loch by the Lundie road with whips of mist curling around. As we headed down the road towards Newtyle a jeep (WW11 vintage i think) came up behind us, we pressed the pedals harder. This was particularly easy as we were going down hill. The Jeep stayed glued to my back wheel (a drafting jeep ha ha ha) until we hit Newtyle breaking the speed limit, and it(the jeep) shuddered and shook past. We cruised down the road to Meigle, but alas the coffee shop was still closed (we never actually checked to see if anybody was in). The road from Meigle to Campmuir was more mud than road. This gave the gave the road “a low coefficient of static friction.” (to quote Sheldon Cooper) – the road was slippery.We slipped about. The route from this level of muddy hell was to go Buttergask from Campmuir, but were met with at the crossroads(right to Campmuir, left towards Ballo or straight on through several tonnes of waterlogged earth creatively deposited by the tattie howkers vehicles, to disguise the path to buttergask as an extension of the field. Left and then right to buttergask, this road too had suffered from the mud pie makers. We kept going and headed for Redstone. With the main road crossed we quickly got on to Whitelea Road which was its usual speedy self taking us home.
So home then, no stops, no Tea and no buttered scones –
Todays run was a mud covered 35 miles at very very poor 14 mph average. Speed was maxed out at 40.something.
Titles for day included: Mud mud glorious mud, gorillas in the mist,get a grip, I can grow tatties on my bike….
Next week is our 100 miler – the route is something like this (for those who don’t do maps):
Here,Ballo,Knapp,Invergowrie,Dundee,Broughtyferry,Monifeith,Carnoustie,Arbroath (I now sound like a scotrail train announcer), Lunan Bay, Montrose, Brechin, Edzell, Kirriemuir,Meigle,Here.