Our first real day. 42 miles to Armadale west of Thurso. And we zoomed along almost effortlessly. All our diligent pre-trip training was clearly paying off. Until we realised it was a strong tailwind pushing us along. An arthritic granny on a penny-farthing could have gone as fast. No matter – we’re here now and steeling ourselves for our longest ride of the trip tomorrow. We go to Lairg over a tiny highland road, made all the more exciting by forecasts of heavy rain and gale force winds throughout the day. A dour Scotswoman warned us of possibly terrible consequences if we proceed. It was like something out of Macbeth.
There are a lot of sheep and lambs in Scotland. Pass the mint sauce. (Comment not approved Margaret 🙂
The unfortunate part of a tail wind is how little you appreciate them when getting them. You certainly, immediately, appreciate the head wind as it blows.