A 1146 mile cycle ride from Land's End to John o' Groats
Midges. I’d forgotten all about them. We stopped for a cup of coffee in the Lakes yesterday and were immediately set upon by the nasty things. Ouch. Our legs are peppered with red bites. Then today as we cycled towards the hamlet of Glenmidge (it’s true) we hit a cloud of them. Maybe it’s our soft English skin that attracts them? Nothing we can do about that. Maybe it’s our rancid cycling clothes that attracts them? Our manly farmyard odour? Well, tomorrow we’ll be smelling sweet as I’ve just spent half an hour in the shower washing our kit. Tomorrow our clothes will smell of ‘juicy green apple’ shampoo. Do midges like apples? No, I don’t think that they do.
After saying goodbye to Paul, we cycled towards Dumfries along the Nith Estuary. Quiet flat roads. Then from Dumfries we followed minor roads along Nithsdale all the way to Sanquhar. Don’t pronounce as we did – learn from our mistake and say Sanka. Our B&B is at Newark Farm – a traditional, working farm with a very chatty, very lovely owner.
Sixty, sunny miles in total. Probably our easiest day of the trip so far.
Another group of cyclists stayed the night at our B&B. We didn’t see them though, we only saw their huge back-up support vehicle. They arrived much later than us and they were up at 6.30am in order race to catch the ferry to Arran. Each to their own.
Received a text from Paul this evening that said: I had a Bacardi on the train and am now en route to Brazil with their bikini-clad volleyball team.