Summertime, Sunshine, Crocodiles And A Great Result

So, the clocks have gone forward and after fretting about whether my futuristic mobile telephone would reset the time or whether it would be up to me I realised that I would not be too devastated at sleeping in for what promised to be a hard slog of a cycle. It turns out I was up in time even though Ewan was early, due to the fact that both he and his future phone put his clock forward. We set off on our journey on a beautiful morning making sure that our rehydrating fuel was properly fastened to our bicycles.

We were stunned by the incredible day we had been blessed with and stopped a few times to get some lovely smug faced pictures taken to show just how delightful it was.

We powered on, mile after mile with the sun beating down on us but it just seemed to spur us on to try and surpass our previous personal best. Ewans handlebar radio kept us going and we even managed to belt out a couple of classics, much to the delight of the public who had flocked to the coast like Paisleyites to a Giro centre.

On we went, eating up the miles and despite being bumped into by an enormous bumble bee, or too use the Old English a Dumbledore, I didn't even fall off. On crossing a motorway (by bridge, safety first) I tried to coax passing motorists into honking their horns by using the age old sign to truckers to honk...

Not a peep, but did we let this dampen our spirits? NAY!!! On we went. Our next challenge was to negotiate the area that was submerged in floodwater and had previously been frozen (see previous blogs for my demise). My buns of steel recoiled in horror in memory of the dunt they took but as this is now summer they needn't have worried, not a puddle. After a while we decided to stop to fill our water bottles in what appeared to be a perfectly safe little swamp. We were deceived by the relative calmness and disaster was waiting just beneath the water.

As you can see from the previous picture I was initially taken by surprise by the crocodile that leaped out, murder blazing in its eyes, but quickly regaining my cool I managed to uppercut the croc which slinked off back into the Ayrshire undergrowth. Not the only time today an ugly green monster would be slayed by the boys in blue.

We carried on like the heroes we are and reached our destination of Prestwick beach where we enjoyed our rolls with ham AND garlic sausage, we like to mix things up and they went down a treat as every dog on the beach front eyed us with jealousy. Below is a shot of my trusty steed with the beach glimmering behind.

Heading back along the beachfront I had just enough time to get wound up by a snooty boot that was walking on the clearly designated cycle section of the vast path.

Against my better judgement I didn't run her over and settled on a snide comment as we cycled away, it made me feel a little better. We were now homeward bound but did stop off to take another few snaps showing just what a lovely day we had.

We saw more wildlife as well and despite our earlier brush with death (two including the big bumblebee) we stopped to say hello to a gaggle of ginormous horses.

The photo above of Ewan petting the Horse only came about because the horse thought it was getting fed and came over when something was put into his big feeding bath. 

This turned out to be our biggest cycle to date clocking up around an impressive 35miles and we hope you keep following us too and telling all your family and chums, I personally think you should send the blog address in an email to all your contacts, unless you are too scared?

As a bonus for all you Loyal Uberites here is a lovely little video