Said cheerio to wonderful Brenda and hubby Chris (no cuddles for him) and set off. Two routes says Nick, one flat, one up and over. No need to guess that the latter won. Not bad, either that or we're becoming super athletes.
On along the B7076 beside the A74M, dead quiet but what a shaker! Road like a long stretch of petrified prunes without the petrified custard to smooth the gaps. Okay for cars, murder for road bikes with 100psi tyres.
Stopped off for obligatory morning tea at Happenden Services then whooshed on to the lunch stop at the wonderfully named Chatelherault Inn. Had arranged to meet Alan's B-i-L here but poor comms left him waiting at the main site, not the inn. And he'd brought home made flapjack and a bottle of whisky for us!
Then the run into Glasgow and the delightful cycle routes through the city. Nearly got it right but suffered a clash of the Garmins. Mental note, never trust someone else's routes cos you get all their mistakes for starters before making your own. Have to say the route along beside the Clyde was magnificent, emerging at Balloch and the nearby guest house. Hot shower like being hose-piped, didn't want to come out but lured by the singing kettle.
No punctures on the much vaunted puncture alleys of Glasgow but acquired a biker's chain tattoo as a souvenir.
That was all of 83 miles, done in glorious sunshine. Four days to go!
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