Wednesday 1 June 2016
Day Twelve starts unlike any of the previous eleven and it all feels very strange. Whilst Marc and Dan are emerging from their car park camp and merrily foraging for their breakfast in the form of (I assume) berries and roadkill….
….I am forcing myself through a full Scottish and I am in the warm and dry I might add and the heating was up really high and I was really very lonely….it was pretty tough for a while but I made it through!
Today is relatively “gentle” compared to the insane three days of cycling we have just had with around 68 miles but only 3700 feet of climbing. It’s incredible to think that in the first few days of our adventure those numbers would have seemed pretty scary but now they really do look ok
We head off around 815 and as we leave the Cairngorm national park and head into the Highlands it has at least one last little climbing treat for us….
We then drop down through rolling hills and country side for around 20 miles….it is fantastic cycling and we are all feeling almost euphoric knowing that the worst is now all behind us. We are like giddy (it’s the only word I can think of) teenagers as we literally whoop and yell out loud speeding down across the moors.
The scenery has changed but it is no less spectacular….
Eventually we drop right down to near the Moray Firth and stumble across a suitable elevenses stop in Cawdor….
We cross the bridge at Inverness and stop for lunch next to the Beauly Firth….
We are still feeling slightly hysterical as evidenced by our dolphin impersonations and Scottish accents.
The last 15 or so miles are easy and tapped out super quickly and we arrive at our campsite around 1515. Time for sunbathing and beer.