Wednesday, 30 May 2012
The Coastal Road.Knoydart.Part Two.
When he said he was quite happy going up it himself as he could set his own pace that let me off the hook to do something I,d always fancied and was more keen on.
This is the view looking back towards the village from one of the many rollercoaster hills on the road.It was beautiful smooth tarmac but it was so hot the tar was actually starting to melt and form little sweat bubbles on the surface and you could press your fingers into the road and leave an impression.Not often that happens.here.When we got back home we found out a new temperature record that been set for the month of May in Scotland. 29.3 degrees. Poor Polar bears in the Highland wildlife Park.
The next morning I accompanied Alex on the bikes over the scorching hot and barren Mam Uidhe track.He was heading for his second Corbett in the area,Beinn Na Caillich, another long hill day while I was intent on cycling the track then path round to Croulin,that fabled spot I,d dreamed of visiting for so long.See....I have motivation.... just towards my own objectives.
You can see why in warm countries like the Arab states they have taken water gardens to an advanced level of culture and art.In this heat the sheer joy of deep pools and sound of water refreshed me without getting in, just to be near it was a joy.It just reinforced my determination though never to get sucked into lists of things to complete again.I,d rather have a choice of what to do.Cant be arsed angel nodded his little horned head in agreement and lay beside me on the grass.I wondered if Alex was feeling this happy :)
After a spot of second breakfast (Cinnamon spiced sponge slices and large sticky dates.How appropriate is that! ) I set off for Inverguseran and the sea.
I was even more disappointed when rolling my bike across the grass near Croulin I discovered I had a puncture in my back wheel.Its always the back wheel!!
On pulling out my repair kit I discovered I had all the gear for a repair except a proper lock spanner for the nuts which were on so tight I couldn,t free them with the pliers on my leatherman knife which usually does the trick.I wasn,t that bothered to be honest.Even here 15 kilometres from the village it didn't feel that remote.More like an episode of Location Location with holiday homes or farms every few kilometres apart.I was walking most of it anyway by this point.Instead of taking that heat soaked bumpy bugger of a road over the hill,which had probably caused the puncture in the first place I opted for the coast road instead.That way I might get a sea breeze and bag the entire lenght of the track.