So we set off for Kilmarnock. It was Duff's idea. I had said we had to do 50 miles. Duff cunningly led me to Kilmarnock. It turned out to be a 33 mile cycle and Duff had to go and get a tattoo in Kilmarnock whilst I had to go somewhere else in Kilmarnock for 2 hours. As far as friends go he's a rubbish one. He certainly seemed to get what he wanted. Although, I suppose he didn't want to do any of those 33 miles. So maybe it was a compromise. A compromise that led to me sitting alone in a pub for 2 hours in Kilmarnock. In that time I discovered I'm still rubbish at crosswords. One highlight was the boys near me trying to name 11 Rangers players and another claiming McCoist would definitely make a playing comeback.
Below You can see me using my excellent 5 Star Map. This has our route through Scotland. We don't know what roads yet but how hard can it be? Duff is supremely confident. Why? I don't know. It will be fun though.
You may remember bold predictions of cycling down hill from John O'Groats to Lands End (JOGLE) were booted into touch long agos as was Lands End to John O'Groats (LEJOG). Laterally John O'Groats to Berwick upon Tweed (JOGBUT) was also given the heave ho.
I'm now cycling Mull of Galloway to John O'Groats (MOGJOG) then cycling back with Duff from Tongue to Berwick upon Tweed (TONGUEBUT) haha. TONGUEBUT. Too funny. Worth doing for the name alone.
|5 Star Map|
|Duff did treat me to a McDonald's. Maybe he isn't completely useless|
As you can see above we stumbled across the Everglade Forest. Bert and Cedric were nowhere to be seen. Probably stopping Cyril in his tracks
|Teased with the prospect of heading off route|
|Monstrsity of a roundabout|
|Dodging the roundabout|
As a little bonus I've left you with a picture of my splendid new cycling T. An Aardvark! Amazing! Haha. I couldn't resist. Lisa says I look skinny. That much is obvious. I knew that she was also swooning at my devilish handsomeness.
Byebye uberreaders xx Maybe see you before the trip.