Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Tour O the Borders 2016

Last year I rode my 1st Sportive the Tesco Tour O the Borders which I reported on here: 2015

Since then I have tried to keep the cycling going and this same event was my 4th of 2016 (after Etape  Loch Ness in April, Etape Caledonia in May and my unsuccessful  attempt at the Trossachs Ton in June ).  All of these rides have been thoroughly enjoyable and have provided some great riding in some very scenic parts of Scotland, nevertheless, the Tour O The Borders is, IMHO, one of the very best for the scenery on offer (it does help that I am not really familiar with the area.



This year’s route was the same as last year with just modifications to the locations of the feed stations; the old Gordon Arms Hotel double feed station was replaced with 2 smaller ones – 1 about 5km up Berry Bush Hill and the other a couple of km up Paddy Slacks hill. More importantly the Talla descent - scene of a serious crash last year that left most riders freezing at the top of Talla whilst the air ambulance evacuated the casualty - was a neutralised timing zone, not that that would worry me as this descent is perfectly safe at the speeds I am comfortable travelling.



This year the views surpassed those of last year as the low cloud was replaced with sunshine and excellent visibility.  The weather, however, was not benign as this was the day that Cairngorm experienced its strongest ever August wind (gusting 115 mph).  Whilst we were not at that altitude, the Tour is quite high and the wind was strong throughout the ride – the 1st 27 miles were almost totally into wind as was the climb up Berry Bush and the 1st half of the KOM hill.  Sometimes I was even in my Granny Gear on the flat and making slow progress into the wind, I found the run up to Paddy Slacks, in particular, tough.  On the positive side the hill climbing was easier than last year – the results of improved fitness and more training (though my training since June has been limited by bike repairs and illness as well as bad weather).  By the end the wind had taken its toll and although my time was slightly faster than last year, I was knackered. 



For a good article and some great pictures of this year’s Tour take a look here:

So what did I learn this year?
1 – Don’t fight the wind it will win, accept you will get a slower time and enjoy the scenery!
2 – I found out what a derailleur hanger is – struggling before the ride to get my gears to index I spoke to one of the attendant Shimano mechanics who took one look at the mech and spotted that my derailleur hanger was bent, kindly he bent it back for me but advised me to replace it ASAP (I have 2 on order).
3 – Test your refreshments before the ride – my drink mix made my stomach knot up, I threw it out at the Berry Bush feed station and replaced it with the Tesco Isotonic water they were handing out there.

4 – This really is a fantastic Sportive and is very well organised.  If I can I shall be back next year.

Friday, 29 July 2016

2 Days - 2 Lairigs

I have had very few days in the hills this year – due mainly to work commitments and to the appalling Scottish summer throwing a spanner in the works whenever I have had spare time.  Nevertheless , some months ago I pencilled in last weekend as a good time to get into the hills.  My diminutive chum, Mike Wilson, had asked me to walk through the Lairig Ghru with him so the plan came together to Walk from Derry Lodge, through the Lairig Ghru and Chalamain Gap to Glenmore on Saturday and return to Derry Lodge on Sunday via the Fords of Avon and the Lairig an Laoigh.  Mike had never walked these 2 wonderful Cairngorm passes before and I had not been through the Chalamain Gap so our plan would give us both a new experience.



We arranged to meet at the Linn of Dee car park at 0800 on Saturday 23 July.  Mike had, sensibly suggested that we should cycle to Derry Lodge where we could dump the bikes before carrying on on foot.  This was a damned good suggestion as we probably saved ourselves at least 45 mins at the start and finish of the weekend.  More importantly at the end of a long second day getting back to the car park whilst seated would be a fine relief for sore feet.  My MTB is an old Raleigh circa 1993 that weighs something north of 30 pounds, and given that I never take it off road (until now) is fitted with slick road tyres; in future I shall think about cycling into the longer walks as this experiment was certainly successful.






After locking the 2 bikes to a log, we set off on the path to the Lairig Ghru.  Initially it was cool and seemed to become cooler as we got higher –in line with the forecast which foretold (inaccurately as it turned out) of rain with cloud on the tops. As we entered the Lairig Ghru however, the wind stilled, the cloud cleared and the sun came out.  Conditions were perfect.  As we walked on Mike grumbled that I had persuaded him to leave his flask of coffee behind whilst I reminded him that he had plenty of water and the flask would simply have added to the weight of his pack.  He seemed unconvinced of my argument.  Passing the Corrour bothy we noted a couple of tents close by and continued to climb to the summit of the pass.  I pointed out the pools of Dee and we chatted to a few walkers heading in the opposite direction to us – most planning to stay in or around Corrour bothy for the night, though it was still early afternoon even as we exited the Lairig Ghru and climbed up towards the Chalamain Gap.  As the path split towards the Gap we met a German man and his son who asked us where the Lairig Ghru went and could they get back to Glenmore that way by a circular route.  I pointed out they could if they had a couple of days!  These guys had no map and little idea of the terrain.   Its easy to see how people could get lost; at least they had the good sense to ask for the best way back! 





The Ghalamain gap is a short V sided valley with a boulder field along its floor and sides.  A number of people we had met on the way up gave us the impression that it was treacherous underfoot but neither of us found it difficult, although I wouldn’t run through it – just pick your route carefully and it’s a doddle.  From the Gap it was about an hour to Glenmore Lodge where we had a room booked for the night.   I did promise Mike an apple strudel and Ice Cream 1st at the Glenmore Shop / Café (nothing to do with Glenmore Lodge) where I promised he could watch the red squirrels and siskins on the feeders at the rear of the Café.  We were both a little distressed to find that although the shop was still open the Café had closed at 4 – just 15 minutes before we had arrived.  Never mind, the bar section was open so we could get a couple of beers and as we could see the cakes in the café just behind the bar surely we could at least get a piece of sponge!  Not a bit of it!  The bar lady was happy to sell us a pint and some crisps but that was it despite me laying it on thick as to just how much we had been looking forward to Strudel and Ice Cream and after all we were only 15 minutes after 4   and the sign outside said the café was open until 4:30.  So we had a pack of Cheese and onion crisps and queried where the famed Highland hospitality was that day.



The beer however, combined with the warm sunshine, cheered us up and after a couple we dragged ourselves along to the National Outdoor Activity Centre at Glenmore Lodge (http://www.glenmorelodge.org.uk/  ) where we had booked a room for the night.  The trick to get a room here is to leave it more or less until the last minute as the excellent accommodation is pre-allocated to the wide range of courses that are run from here.  Last minute rooms do however come available if courses are not filled.  I was a little perplexed when booking the twin room when the email confirmation said there was 1 towel.  I bagsied that and told Mike he would have to bring his own towel which he did but then he also asked for another towel at the Lodge reception on arrival.  Of course when we got to the room it was clear that the email had meant 1 towel each not 1 for the room – so by now Mike had 3 towels – what a plonker!



Even if you can’t get a room here, if you are passing you are always welcome in the dog-friendly bar where proper Ales such as Cairngorm’s ‘Tradewinds’ are always on tap.  The food here is excellent, and as I warned Mike it comes in very large portions – designed for people who have been on the hill all day.  Tonight I had a starter of Baked Camembert followed by the Pork and Apple Burger.  Following Mike’s lead I added a fried egg and bacon to the burger.  This was a mistake, though a tasty one, as the Burger already comes with cheese, black pudding and onion rings plus fries.  After all this we were stuffed so sat on the balcony savouring a pint (me) and whisky (Mike).  After 30 minutes Mike decided he was going to eat even more and ordered Sticky Toffee Pudding, though I at least had the good sense not to follow this lead. Suitably replete we retired at 2200.





Sunday dawned cloudy and drizzly.  After a healthy Breakfast in the canteen, where Mike eyed up the packed lunches made up for those on courses (I did manage to restrain him) we were ready to go at 0900.  For the 1st 2.5hours of the day Mike’s old boss and his wife (Willy and Sandra) would walk with us.  We quickly passed the beautiful Lochan Uaine and stopped momentarily for a  look at its turquoise water and sunken pines.  Willy and Sandra had retired to Inverness and both have a wealth of hill experience and knowledge (Willy is in training for a trip to the Alps in a couple of weeks) so it was a pleasure to chat and to walk to the high point of the pass the shoulder of Bynack More (just short of 800m) with them.  Even more pleasurable was sharing the Earl Grey that Willy had in his flask when we rested at the point they would turn back, just by Bynack More, just after we had crossed cross the Uisge Dubh Poll a' Choin.   For a moment the Sun even came out and the summit of Bynack More cleared momentarily.





As we left Willy and Sandra and headed towards the Fords of Avon the clouds returned and the rain started to become heavier.  Waterproofs went on as we trudged downhill across bleak terrain past the small Lochan a'Bhainne and on to the small refuge at the Fords where we finally caught up with a group of walkers (old university chums) whom we had met in the bar last night.  They were well ensconced in the hut and enjoying proper lunches (we had a chocolate bar each).  After a brief stop for a chat and for Mike to put on gaiters (bending over far enough to but his bald head into a bed of nettles in the process) before crossing the Fords.  By now it was peeing down and I realised I had left it too late to put on my waterproof trousers so plodded on anyway – at least my trousers dry very quickly when its not raining.  Once past the Fords of Avon you are in the Lairig an Laoigh proper and then descend for around 10km into Glen Derry and on to Derry Lodge.  Today our views were not great given the weather but we did get a good view of Glen Derry from above and of the Hutchinson memorial hut with the path behind leading up to Loch Etchachan.   On the way down as the Lairig gives way to Glen Derry we stayed to the East side of the Glen.  As the  Derry pinewoods are reached there are 2 possible routes back to Derry Lodge.  I persuaded Mike that the best path was the high one  that forks off to the left and climbs above the trees and as the  rain had now stopped it gave us some great views down to the woods and river below.  Mike enjoyed this path though was somewhat annoyed that it was considerably further to the Lodge than the ‘just 1km’ I had promised. 





On arrival at Derry Lodge we quickly recovered the Bikes and 15 minutes later, having gone far too quickly and uncontrollably, we were back at the car park at the Linn of Dee.  Bikes were thrown in the back of the cars and we were on our way to Braemar, which even at 5pm on a Sunday was buzzing with Activity and open coffee shops, for a well-deserved Coffee and Scone.  A great couple of days in the hills and almost 50km of walking with even some cycling thrown in.



Monday, 20 June 2016

Trossachs Ton - Failure and Human Kindness

Yesterday, along with a few hundred others I attempted the Trossach's Ton 106 miler.  This was to have been my 1st Century ride.  Sadly it didn't go to plan.  Whilst crossing a wet cattle grid on the southern shore of Loch Katrine (63 miles into the ride) my bike skidded and I was thrown clear - both myself and the bike receiving damage - me more cuts and bruises but unfortunately the bike was hors de combat.



I am writing this post to thank those who helped me to get back to the start point.  To Grant and Lorna - who took a bleeding cyclist into their car and delivered me back to Aberfoyle where I could contact Event Control- I hope I didn't spoil your day out too much.  To Kirsty - Paramedic, Mountaineer and Jumbo Jet pilot - who cleaned me up, gave me flap jacks and took me an my bike in her camper van back to Stirling.

Thank You for putting yourselves out to help me.

Monday, 4 April 2016

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Thursday, 3 March 2016

Some Photos from Saturday's Flying

With high pressure established over Scotland excellent flying  prevailed last weekend;  here are some pics taken by my passenger on Saturday - Mike Wilson


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Monday, 8 February 2016

A Short Trip to Iceland or a comfortable micro adventure

Ever since hearing of Hekla and the ’Mid Atlantic Rift’ during A Level geography, I have always wanted to visit Iceland (I don’t count a 2 hour refuelling stop at Keflavik in a C130 back in 1985 as having visited Iceland). In December I somehow came across a guided trip offered by Regent Holidays (www.regentholidays.co.uk ) to view the Northern Lights that would fir my tight schedule for the 1st half of 2016 where a long trip would not be feasible. Obviously this would not be too adventurous as a micro adventure – what with organised hotels and a comfortable bus and tour guide but it was reasonably cheap and most importantly I could squeeze in a bucket list destination using time most efficiently!

 

Thursday 28 January started at 0300 as Icelandair don’t start flying from Aberdeen until March 2016, we had to catch the 0600 BA flight to Heathrow in order to get the FI451 1300 departure to Keflavik. It was somewhat annoying as we ended up in the air an hour out of Heathrow that afternoon watching Aberdeen slide beneath the starboard wing as we headed northwards. Never mind we were on our way and the flight was smooth all the way. We landed just before 1600 coming in over an all-white snowbound landscape.

 

Negotiating our way out of the airport was a doddle, no long queues at immigration and the baggage arrived at the carousel just as we did. We were met by the coach driver from Snæland Grimsson along with a few other travellers on the same trip. We were quickly whisked to the Centehotel Plaza and checked in for an overnight stay. It was happy hour as we arrived but being starving we walked across the road to find , of all things, a superb Pakistani Restaurant the Shalimar ( http://www.shalimar.is/en/#_=_ ) (that was not expected) where I had a Vindaloo and Marie a Kurma, not very adventurous but damned tasty . If you’re ever at the Shalimar ask for seating upstairs as you don’t want to be near the door in winter.

 

Friday 29th January Dawned cold and pretty windy. We met our guide Pètur Sigurðsson who turned out to be both knowledgeable and humorous . His deadpan wit would have many of us laughing over the next 3 days. Today the itinerary was the trio of natural wonders which make up the Golden Circle. Firstly the Thingvellir National Park, where Icelanders set up the 1st parliament just after the island was settled and where the North American and European tectonic plates drift apart at a rate of 2-6 cm per year. From Thingvellir we continue to Gullfoss waterfall - a double waterfall that tumbles 34 meters into a gorge in the Hvita river and then on to the Geysir geothermal fields where the active Strokkur geyser was erupting every 5 minutes or so – though the steam was being blown almost horizontal in the strong wind.

 

After lunch we continue to a farm that breeds Icelandic horses and grows tomatoes 24/7 365 days a year. Linda Karlsson spent time demonstrating the 6 gaits of the Icelandic horse, its history and special qualities. The Icelandic horse is extremely tough being the only farm animal that is outside all year round whatever the weather. We also found out that it was extremely friendly. The bloodline is very pure as it is forbidden to import horses and even horses taken out of Iceland for competition are nto allowed re-entry. After Linda’s equine demonstration the farm owner took us into the Tomato sheds where geothermal energy is used throughout the year to provide both heat and light and where Bumble Bees are imported from the Netherlands to pollinate the tomatoes. 4 Varieties were grown and all sold locally. Most importantly we were allowed to taste the produce – and to me it matched the best Mediterranean varieties. Whilst tasting we were invited to try the small bar and it was here that I made the great discovery that there are some truly excellent craft beers brewed in Iceland.

 

By now the weather was looking pretty foul outside with the strong wind blowing snow hard across the roads and with snow obscuring the sky so the drive to the Hotel Edda Vik for a two night stay was a little fraught though our driver Helgi proved to be more than capable. That evening we chatted to 2 other couples (Jeff and Anne plus Maureen and Bob) over dinner. The planned trip outside to try to catch the Aurora that night was canned due to the poor weather but that did at least provide a chance to try some more beer.

Saturday 30th January dawned clear and cold but with the wind having subsided entirely. We headed east, along the outwash plains of southern shore formed by the many sub glacial and often highly destructive eruptions of the fearsome Volcano Katla. By the remains of a bridge destroyed by the glacial run off caused by an eruption in 2010 we had a great view of the highest Mountain in Iceland, Hvannadalshnúkur , a pyramidal peak on the north-western rim of the summit crater of the Öræfajökull volcano . Hvannadalshnúkur rises from sea level to just under 7000 ft.

 

Around lunchtime we arrived at the Jokulsarlon glacier lagoon, a truly astounding natural wonderland where chunks of glacial ice tumble into the lake creating a visual spectacle of turquisee icebergs floating in the blue waters. The lagoon is filled with fish that drift in from the sea along with the tides and in the winter seals gather in large numbers at the mouth of the lagoon to catch the fish. On the shore of black volcanic sand breakers were glass clear icebergs.

 

On the way back to Vik we visited the glacier of the Skaftafell National Park, part of Vatnajokull National Park before going back to the hotel for a buffet dinner and then getting out again in the evening to try to see the Northern Lights. The Lights did show up that night, though faintly. A 30 second exposure at F4 and ISO 800 did capture some good shots though I made the error of leaving the CP filter on my lens so did not get the vivid colours shown in Pètur’s shots (below). After a couple of hours and with the temperature down to -7 we made our way back to the Hotel for a night cap and bed.

 

Sunday 31st January after breakfast and we were headed back west along the south coast to the black beaches of Reynisfjara near Vik, where fingers of basalt rock lie offshore showing remnants of a once extensive cliff line and the three rock stacks rising form the sea: Skessudrangar, Landdrangar and Langhamrar, which according to local folklore are not rocks at all but trolls turned to stone at sunrise. From here we wnet on the Skogafoss waterfall and onwards to Eyjafjallajokull Visitor Centre located at the foot of Eyjafjallajokull volcano – responsible for the grounding of European Air Traffic in 2010. The centre is operated by the family of Thorvaldseyri who have lived next to the glacier and active volcano for generations and there is now a short documentary shown here that is well worth watching. It was here that I bought myself my Eyjafjallajokull mug that would be my trip souvenir.

 

Next up was the picturesque Seljalandsfoss Waterfall, one of the most famous in Iceland where those who wish can walk behind the waterfall – though this was not an option today as the paths were seriously icy. From here it was a couple of hours to travel the famous Blue Lagoon before heading back to the capital and overnight back in the Centerhotel Plaza and back to Shalimar for dinner (you must try the Masala Nan) with Jeff, Ann, Bob, Maureen and our new Australian friends Cheryl and Doug Lang.

Monday 1 Feb with a 1630 departure we had the morning to explore Reykjavik on foot and the chance of some last minute souvenir shopping and coffee. A quick walk to the Cathedral was achieved before having to take the bus to the airport. There is plenty left to see in Reykjavik for next time and there will be a next time as I found Iceland a truly natural wonder. Next time I am going to take a month on a bike to circumnavigate this wonderful country on the ring road that goes around it. This will give access and time (and a bit of adventure) to see much more of what Iceland has to offer.

Thanks to Regent Holidays for a well organised and flawless trip and in Particular to our guide Pètur Sigurðsson