Day 3 late start again, only to find the Gregg's wasn't opening at the advertised time! Cock. Had to push on to Carlisle for my first Gregg's experience. Gretna Green and a repeat of the LEL road past Moffat(bumpy with a rattler of a road surface). Again the wind was in my face but at least I had the Scottish vistas. The noise from the A74 was insane. Hit Glasgow eventually, confirmed that I'm not a fan of city traffic. The last food shop for the day was in Balloch, so pockets filled with scotch eggs, chicken bites, cakes and sundries I hit out onto the A82 which was pretty busy. Taking every opportunity to get on parallel road, I felt like I was on holiday riding along Loch Lomond. The clouds were gathering at the north end, so I was getting a bit worried about riding up into the Highlands if a storm was forming. I rationalised it with myself that it's lower than Haytor, so I made sure I enjoyed the views whilst I had them. What followed was probably one of the most enjoyable roads I've ever ridden, the sun was low, the traffic practically non-existant, and wind had dropped. The 65km Inverarnan to Glen Coe was undescribable. The colour fantastic, so many animals around.
Some long descents and I made it to Fort William for chicken nuggets and the last packet of mash.
Day 3 late start again, only to find the Gregg's wasn't opening at the advertised time! Cock. Had to push on to Carlisle for my first Gregg's experience. Gretna Green and a repeat of the LEL road past Moffat(bumpy with a rattler of a road surface). Again the wind was in my face but at least I had the Scottish vistas. The noise from the A74 was insane. Hit Glasgow eventually, confirmed that I'm not a fan of city traffic. The last food shop for the day was in Balloch, so pockets filled with scotch eggs, chicken bites, cakes and sundries I hit out onto the A82 which was pretty busy. Taking every opportunity to get on parallel road, I felt like I was on holiday riding along Loch Lomond. The clouds were gathering at the north end, so I was getting a bit worried about riding up into the Highlands if a storm was forming. I rationalised it with myself that it's lower than Haytor, so I made sure I enjoyed the views whilst I had them. What followed was probably one of the most enjoyable roads I've ever ridden, the sun was low, the traffic practically non-existant, and wind had dropped. The 65km Inverarnan to Glen Coe was undescribable. The colour fantastic, so many animals around.
Some long descents and I made it to Fort William for chicken nuggets and the last packet of mash.
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