Spooky start to the ride when everybody appeared from the direction of their homes on to the green at the same time,
We set off in to the wind and up Whitelea Road and heading as planned towards Wolfhill. We spooked a couple of horses on the descent into St Martins. No harm done, we headed off towards the airport.
Regrouping at the track that takes us across the end of the runway; Remember look left, look right and LOOK UP! We discussed the prosecco sale at Lidl, how Alan turned up the day before and decided not to queue. I secured a case and met Alison (who I had been talking to at a BBQ about the cycling around Scone) She and he husband are regulars in these tracks!
We cross the main road and head for Bonhard. Taking the straight on to cycle “milk man’s walk” it became apparent that somebody was having a mechanical… Ashley was on the newly fettled by Alan mountain bike, and the gearing was a bit off. In Gannochy, the problem was resolved. Crossing the old bridge now and heading for the obligatory coffee stop, Alan pops a wheelie (well sort of) right in front of a guy who was videoing – mucho banter. Fed watered and now and heading for the river, via the race course. We press on! The ferry point came and went in a blur (not really) we stopped to see how much is would have cost (2d each) to cross before continuing this odyssey.
Arriving at a sort of sluice gate, Alan spots a kitten, looking a bit drookit and stuck on ledge. Alan borrows Iains gloves and climbs oven the gate on to the wall. He approached the young weasel, which is doing is best to “defend” itself. He distracts it with one hand, grabs it with the other and with one swift movement tosses the wild and snarling beast on to the bank. He hands Iain his gloves back… they are stinking. Stinking like a stinking thing that stinks a lot. Iain, is put to the back on the convoy.
Cycling along with the river on one side and a sort of canal type thingy on the other we negotiate HOLES, steel bridges and rocky narrow bits. There is a Duke of Edinburgh guide waiting poised on the only bridge across this canal (I think it feeds the fishponds) for her charges to come canoeing down the river. We cross the bridge and toil up the hill.
Cambusmichael comes up all too soon and we are heading up to Guildtown and home