Just me on a mission to see how far I could get, and what the range of this wee thing might be. I was quite surprised!
Lunch at the coach house coffee shop, luss
Fuel at Tighnabruiach
Dinner at The Village inn Arrochar
The new Portavadie Marina looks posh. The restaurant should be opening soon. There are loads of newbuild houses down there, hopefully for the locals, most of the victorian stuff looks like holiday homes.
This is a great wee secret route to the kintyre peninsula at tarbert.
I spent lots of Holidays on a yacht in the kyles of bute at Caladh harbour. Eating icecream, watching the waverley come in, reading action war comics from the Spar (not really my thing but it's all they had), while drifting about in a rubber dinghy awaiting instructions for collecting new crew, the messages (shopping), newspapers. When we were bored of that we scooted around with the outboard and learned some great boat handling skills. To the extent the weans could thrash Dad pulling alongside a jetty. And we knew what a crash stop was. (chatting to lifeboat crew leads to experimentation)
Stopped at wee church graveyard for look and quick wee in the bushes by the road. (not in the graveyard) Still had my earplugs in but could swear someone was talking to me. Expected to be chased away by some bizzy body but not a soul around. Weird. Tam o shanter eat yer heart out.
On the way back I caught myself trying to "clip in" to spd pedals at a junction. Brain must have thought I was mountain biking!
http://maps.google.co.uk/?ie=UTF8&ll=55.863401,-5.259131&spn=0.001367,0.004415&t=h&z=18Need a windscreen
Need a camera!
Need a wee foot cover with ducted hot air.
No crashes. No breakdowns.
Cold, just on the edge of my endurance.
http://maps.google.co.uk/?ie=UTF8&ll=55.912273,-5.126495&spn=0.174717,0.565109&t=h&z=11
