Monday, 26 July 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
And suddenly it was over
The final day - and true to form it was a good little challenge. 6am
up and out to change the pedals on marie's bike so I could wear my
cleats - but I could not get them off. A guy sharing the room who
writes travel reviews - nice fella - grabbed his bike and was off -
cue some swearing and competitve nature getting to me. So I set off on
the dream ride - a 1980's ridgeback, full pannier's, front and back
mudguards, bell and handlebar basket - I looked like postman pat but
slower -the old girl did not like the hills. I cycled bare feet - my
cleats kept slipping off so I couldn't get any power through. I'd been
told there were some climbs out of helmsdale - which was an
understatement - it was a brutal 35 miles made worse by the fact I
couldn't put the seat any higher so my knees were bent and swelling by
the minute. The scenery on the way was impressive - the sea glistening
in bright sunshine - while I couldn't help buy think what do people do
who live up here? There are no shops, garages or industry - there
seemed to be a lot of people fiddling with their houses, mowing lawns
etc - but nothing that makes Money - it really looked as if
subsistence living is still alive up here. The houses are so small too
- and spaced at about 1 to every 2 fields.
up and out to change the pedals on marie's bike so I could wear my
cleats - but I could not get them off. A guy sharing the room who
writes travel reviews - nice fella - grabbed his bike and was off -
cue some swearing and competitve nature getting to me. So I set off on
the dream ride - a 1980's ridgeback, full pannier's, front and back
mudguards, bell and handlebar basket - I looked like postman pat but
slower -the old girl did not like the hills. I cycled bare feet - my
cleats kept slipping off so I couldn't get any power through. I'd been
told there were some climbs out of helmsdale - which was an
understatement - it was a brutal 35 miles made worse by the fact I
couldn't put the seat any higher so my knees were bent and swelling by
the minute. The scenery on the way was impressive - the sea glistening
in bright sunshine - while I couldn't help buy think what do people do
who live up here? There are no shops, garages or industry - there
seemed to be a lot of people fiddling with their houses, mowing lawns
etc - but nothing that makes Money - it really looked as if
subsistence living is still alive up here. The houses are so small too
- and spaced at about 1 to every 2 fields.
Reached Wick at 11am in serious pain - so stopped at the local bike
shop - and although he didn't hire out bikes I managed to talk the
owner into lending me his for a couple hours. Wick is a very strange
village which is dominated by bakery's - all sellingthe exact same
stuff. Copious amounts of make up is also not an option here but a
necessity.
12 miles to go - various little villages came and went with one
sticking out - positioned next to an oil refinery, where clearly the
wealthy riggers were investing in property - unlike the locals , some
of whom seem to live in converted sheds. The last rise was pretty
uneventful until I saw the 3 mile sign and after a 300 metre climb
crossed the brow of the hill and could see John o Groats and the
islands beyond - it could not have been sunnier. No sobs of joy, just
a good feeling and certain amount of relief! I was gutted not to still
be on my bike - the last few miles were perfect cycling terrain - but
also that it got me so far and would have made the trip if I hadn't
rode it like a mountain bike. Had the photo taken ( it was good to see
fearne cotton had been there ), had a chat with some people about
their trips and next plans - saw a bus and was away - 10 minutes all
done.
Reflection will come In time I'm sure but all very muddled right now -
like it seems strange it's Friday.
Train back to Helmsdale - which even though only 30 miles away takes
1hr40 - fish and chips then 8am train to Inverness before 9.40 am
Sunday train home
All in an incredible 7 days I will never forget
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Thursday, 22 July 2010
Helmsdale - by the Skin of my teeth
Set off from aviemore 7.30 looking forward to the gentle downhill
cruise to Inverness - or not - as it's 25 miles continual climb until
a 2 mile drop into town. The knees do not like the cold one but while
in my head down state I missed that the flip flops had fallen off the
back - so I now have cycle shoes only. Quick stop in Inverness which
seems quite nice - asked at the train station if any bike space for
Sunday had become available - No and they won't take it unless it's
fully broken down and bagged.
The sun came out and spirits were high - looking forward to the
amazing views I'd heard so much about - it is incredible in the
majority. An hour in and just passing invergordon when the fun started
- spoke 1 going as I swerved a pot hole - I'd been here before and
didn't like it! Stopped at a garage asking for a bike shop- they told
me it was 7 miles back so I decided to bash on..........until 1 mile
later another went and the wheel buckled - so much that the wheel
wouldn't turn - que panic stations. Carried the bike half a mile back
to a pub where Despite walking in in full Lycra, camel toe the lot,
the lady was so helpful. She told me of a legendary local man in his
70's who is renowned for doing 50 miles a day on his bike - he used to
also have a repair shop 7 miles back. I tried calling his number but
it was disconnected, then tried the shop in his village and they
hadn't seen him so took a chance, left the bike at the pub, took the
back wheel and got a lift with a lady who had been lunching in the pub
and took me to his door. His name is Kenny Ross and I was in luck -
his original flying Scotsman roadbike was outside and he was in the
garden - I'd heard he was slightly eccentric and perhaps he is - but
he's first and foremost one of lifes true gentlemen. His garagehas
piles of tyres, bikes, frames and a 100 year old vice - which he
didn't hesitate clamping my shimano wheel into. He's a craftsman -
knows his stuff but he had me in stitches - he was looking for a spoke
nipple in a tin with about 200 in - all different shapes and sizes -
but every time he found one that didn't fit, he'd just put it back in
the tin........then pull the same one out again about 5 mins later.
Anyway - eventually we had two dodgy old spokes in and he'd managed to
straighten the wheel. Said my goodbyes and tried my hand at hitch
hiking for the first time - with no success after 20 minutes I called
a cab for £8. I got back on the road and all seemed to be ok - with 55
miles to go I pushed on - obviously a little too hard as sure enough
the spoke I got in Perth went. Sounds a boring story but for sure
living it was worse. I really thought it may be over at this stage -
so close as well - but I wasnin the middle of nowhere and getting
cold. So I steadied and kept going - 15 miles later another one went
- unbelievable. The last 3 hours were done at 12.5 mph, weight on the
front handle bars, no swerving and watching the pot holes - I made it
to Helmsdale at 9.45pm. Helmsdale is like something out of Monarch of
the glen - i hope to get some good pics tomorrow.
My bike is done - I can't take it any further as it's making some
horrible scraping noises - but luckily marie, who runs the hostel, has
offered me her bike tomorrow - and the trip is saved. Off at 7am - 55
miles - I need some good luck please
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cruise to Inverness - or not - as it's 25 miles continual climb until
a 2 mile drop into town. The knees do not like the cold one but while
in my head down state I missed that the flip flops had fallen off the
back - so I now have cycle shoes only. Quick stop in Inverness which
seems quite nice - asked at the train station if any bike space for
Sunday had become available - No and they won't take it unless it's
fully broken down and bagged.
The sun came out and spirits were high - looking forward to the
amazing views I'd heard so much about - it is incredible in the
majority. An hour in and just passing invergordon when the fun started
- spoke 1 going as I swerved a pot hole - I'd been here before and
didn't like it! Stopped at a garage asking for a bike shop- they told
me it was 7 miles back so I decided to bash on..........until 1 mile
later another went and the wheel buckled - so much that the wheel
wouldn't turn - que panic stations. Carried the bike half a mile back
to a pub where Despite walking in in full Lycra, camel toe the lot,
the lady was so helpful. She told me of a legendary local man in his
70's who is renowned for doing 50 miles a day on his bike - he used to
also have a repair shop 7 miles back. I tried calling his number but
it was disconnected, then tried the shop in his village and they
hadn't seen him so took a chance, left the bike at the pub, took the
back wheel and got a lift with a lady who had been lunching in the pub
and took me to his door. His name is Kenny Ross and I was in luck -
his original flying Scotsman roadbike was outside and he was in the
garden - I'd heard he was slightly eccentric and perhaps he is - but
he's first and foremost one of lifes true gentlemen. His garagehas
piles of tyres, bikes, frames and a 100 year old vice - which he
didn't hesitate clamping my shimano wheel into. He's a craftsman -
knows his stuff but he had me in stitches - he was looking for a spoke
nipple in a tin with about 200 in - all different shapes and sizes -
but every time he found one that didn't fit, he'd just put it back in
the tin........then pull the same one out again about 5 mins later.
Anyway - eventually we had two dodgy old spokes in and he'd managed to
straighten the wheel. Said my goodbyes and tried my hand at hitch
hiking for the first time - with no success after 20 minutes I called
a cab for £8. I got back on the road and all seemed to be ok - with 55
miles to go I pushed on - obviously a little too hard as sure enough
the spoke I got in Perth went. Sounds a boring story but for sure
living it was worse. I really thought it may be over at this stage -
so close as well - but I wasnin the middle of nowhere and getting
cold. So I steadied and kept going - 15 miles later another one went
- unbelievable. The last 3 hours were done at 12.5 mph, weight on the
front handle bars, no swerving and watching the pot holes - I made it
to Helmsdale at 9.45pm. Helmsdale is like something out of Monarch of
the glen - i hope to get some good pics tomorrow.
My bike is done - I can't take it any further as it's making some
horrible scraping noises - but luckily marie, who runs the hostel, has
offered me her bike tomorrow - and the trip is saved. Off at 7am - 55
miles - I need some good luck please
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Wednesday, 21 July 2010
all maps now uploaded for last 4 days
you can see the incline of yesteday over the top......leaving now to get breakfast in Inverness @ 9.30
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