Immediately joined the cycle track alongside Loch Lomond. What a cracking ride, superb scenery blessed with sunshine to allow us to see it at its best.
Then the track became the old road that those nice folk had bypassed by the new A82 letting all the mobile homes and motorbikes fight it out while we meandered along in sweet oblivion.
This was a place called Culag. Ah we'll, someone has to live here but life must be a bit rotten.
Quickly reached Tarbet and homed in on the caff selling tea and cakes. May seem like a lot of cakes being disposed off on this trip but hey, the old boiler is roaring away .
Eventually ran out of cycle track and rejoined the body jarring A82, also seeing ominous black clouds looming. They had the good grace to just about let us reach the sanctuary of the van at Tyndrum, 40 miles into the ride, before they sprung energetic leaks. Back in the cab for lunch lads.
Then waddya know, it stopped! Distinctly cooler now as the climb towards Glencoe started, see Christmas cracker hat contours below. Wonderful stark mountains all round that the road desperately tried to avoid but failed, at least doing its unlevel best for us.
Eventually reached the top, or nearly so here, caught in the act of more fuelling up. The observant will have noticed the jacket colour change, ah the joys of a support van when the temperature drops.
Then a glorious fast run down into Glencoe, past the vandalised Savile cottage, ending up at yet another smiley lady's B & B. Dash for the shower, Doc W won. At least it's my turn for the double bed tonight so a good chance to try it out instead.
Another 71 miles clocked up and just 3 days' cycling to go! But argh, it's the climb of all climbs tomorrow, after lunch at Fort Augustus.
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