Brandane
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- Costa Clyde
During the cold and wet winter months, I came up with this route as the basis for a Scottish Coast to Coast, from my home town of Largs, Ayrshire; heading east and finishing just across the border in Berwick on Tweed.
Fast forward to Easter weekend 2015 and the opportunity suddenly came about to do the ride. Although I would have preferred to leave it a month or two to get more miles in my legs, everything else fell into place - no work; a dry weather forecast with a favourable westerly breeze, and no other excuses getting in the way. So it was decided on Friday night to head off the next morning! It was all a bit rushed with getting the Tricross sorted for its trip, and then a search on laterooms.com for a B&B at the first nights stop in Carstairs, Lanarkshire. A distance of about 50/60 miles per day seemed reasonable - doing it in two days would have been a bit much for me and I don't like rushing on the bike.
Saturday 4th April dawned and as promised, the sun was out. Still a touch chilly, but let's not complain: when the rain is absent in the west of Scotland it's a bonus. Kept the load as light as possible so managed to easily keep the luggage requirements down to my Carradice saddlebag, and made use of the new bagman quick release frame I had bought for it. Loaded up the Tricross, and booked a night at the Village Inn, Carstairs. Left the house and got to the end of my street when I realised that there was something amiss with the normally very smooth runnings of the Tricross. Sounded like the chain wasn't running smoothly on the cassette, but only on the high gears. No time for faffing, so back to the house and transferred the luggage to the Trek MTB.. Not a great start to the day, and a good reason why it is essential to have more bikes than you really "need".
After the slightly delayed start, I headed south to Fairlie, and then over the familiar Fairlie Moor to Dalry. This is a killer of a climb, and I hoped it would be the hardest that I would come across on the C2C (it was!).
Saying goodbye to the west coast from the Fairlie Moor:
The route as far as Strathaven was all familiar territory to me, so no problems with navigation, and it was all downloaded onto Garmin anyway - although that doesn't always mean no problems, as I discovered on day 2! Whilst climbing the Fenwick moor towards Eaglesham, I heard my phone ringing in my saddlebag, so stopped to answer it. It was the Village Inn at Carstairs, apologising that due to circumstances outwith their control they would be unable to honour the booking I had made that morning on laterooms.com.. Wonderful; especially as there is not a lot of choice in that area. I decided to carry on regardless, and hoped to find something in Lanark. Long story short - after a visit to Tourist Information and 2 hours in Lanark, it was obvious the place was full. So .... plan B. Return home by train and abandon. Strava day 1.
I was home by about 8pm, and had a re-think. This was too good an opportunity and we might not get another dry weekend; this being the west of Scotland in summer time. So on Sunday morning I swapped bikes from the MTB to the Trek hybrid, got back on the first train to Glasgow (9.00 in summer, an hour later in winter!) and then a connecting service to Lanark. I was in Lanark for about 11:15, a bit of a late start for my liking with 60 miles to pedal on unfamiliar routes. So no time for hanging about, off I went following the breadcrumb trail on Garmin. Not a great route to start with, along a busy A road south out of Lanark, but soon it took me onto some nicer minor roads - and hills; lots of HILLS!
Onwards to Biggar where I hoped to pick up the Tweed Valley cycle route, which allegedly exists and runs right to the English border. Alas, they forgot to signpost it in Biggar, and despite my enquiries no-one I spoke to had ever heard of it. So I was back to relying on Garmin; always a dangerous thing to do IME.. It directed me along a path beside a river. So far so good, I thought; this must be a tributary of the Tweed. A few miles further on and it becomes a soggy, muddy bridleway - and continues like that for several miles. It was uncycleable in places. I could see a road running parallel to the north which is the one I am sure I SHOULD have been on, but there was the small matter of a river between us, and no bridge. So I persevered on this all the way to Broughton:
Once in Broughton things were much improved and I got back on tarmac, on quiet minor roads. The River Tweed was looking good, and I spent the next few hours going along its banks:
Of course when planning a route along a "valley" you tend to forget that a valley has big hills up the sides of it; and that is where the minor roads take you! This was a more typical view of the river:
My favourite part of the day was the 5 miles of flat cyclepath running alongside the river between Peebles and Innerleithen, bliss:
I arrived at my hotel in Melrose about 6pm. It was the Waverley Castle Hotel which is one of those "grand back in the day, but now a stopover for Shearings bus tours" type places. I opted to have the £15 for 3 courses dinner at the hotel as the town was a hill too far away for my tired legs! As it turned out, dinner was excellent, the Guinness was OK, and the shower fantastic. My only complaint was the heat in the hotel was stifling, obviously set for the majority of the clientele who were cracking on a bit. I slept with the heating off and the window open and was still sweating. Strava day 2.
Day 3.....
Was up for another shower and into breakfast for the opening time of 8am.. Breakfast was not bad, but not generous enough to see me over too many hills. I was on the road for 9am; another sunny day. Started off following the Tweed again:
Soon it was up and down a few hills, but after Kelso things levelled out for the most part. Crossing the border presented no problems; they let me in OK and were happy to take foreign money:
A castle that "they" used to use for keeping the good guys out!
I over estimated the mileage to Berwick, as it turned out to be only 45 miles which meant I was there for early afternoon. I rode past the train station to the harbour, looking for somewhere to do the traditional dipping of the rear wheel in the water, but there weren't any slipways that I could find. Rather than carry the bike down a ladder, I had to settle for these photos:
After that it was back up the hill to the train station for the 2.20pm train to Glasgow, and connection to Largs. It took just over 3 hours to do the return journey . Strava day 3.
That's that one off the list then. Next??
Fast forward to Easter weekend 2015 and the opportunity suddenly came about to do the ride. Although I would have preferred to leave it a month or two to get more miles in my legs, everything else fell into place - no work; a dry weather forecast with a favourable westerly breeze, and no other excuses getting in the way. So it was decided on Friday night to head off the next morning! It was all a bit rushed with getting the Tricross sorted for its trip, and then a search on laterooms.com for a B&B at the first nights stop in Carstairs, Lanarkshire. A distance of about 50/60 miles per day seemed reasonable - doing it in two days would have been a bit much for me and I don't like rushing on the bike.
Saturday 4th April dawned and as promised, the sun was out. Still a touch chilly, but let's not complain: when the rain is absent in the west of Scotland it's a bonus. Kept the load as light as possible so managed to easily keep the luggage requirements down to my Carradice saddlebag, and made use of the new bagman quick release frame I had bought for it. Loaded up the Tricross, and booked a night at the Village Inn, Carstairs. Left the house and got to the end of my street when I realised that there was something amiss with the normally very smooth runnings of the Tricross. Sounded like the chain wasn't running smoothly on the cassette, but only on the high gears. No time for faffing, so back to the house and transferred the luggage to the Trek MTB.. Not a great start to the day, and a good reason why it is essential to have more bikes than you really "need".
After the slightly delayed start, I headed south to Fairlie, and then over the familiar Fairlie Moor to Dalry. This is a killer of a climb, and I hoped it would be the hardest that I would come across on the C2C (it was!).
Saying goodbye to the west coast from the Fairlie Moor:
The route as far as Strathaven was all familiar territory to me, so no problems with navigation, and it was all downloaded onto Garmin anyway - although that doesn't always mean no problems, as I discovered on day 2! Whilst climbing the Fenwick moor towards Eaglesham, I heard my phone ringing in my saddlebag, so stopped to answer it. It was the Village Inn at Carstairs, apologising that due to circumstances outwith their control they would be unable to honour the booking I had made that morning on laterooms.com.. Wonderful; especially as there is not a lot of choice in that area. I decided to carry on regardless, and hoped to find something in Lanark. Long story short - after a visit to Tourist Information and 2 hours in Lanark, it was obvious the place was full. So .... plan B. Return home by train and abandon. Strava day 1.
I was home by about 8pm, and had a re-think. This was too good an opportunity and we might not get another dry weekend; this being the west of Scotland in summer time. So on Sunday morning I swapped bikes from the MTB to the Trek hybrid, got back on the first train to Glasgow (9.00 in summer, an hour later in winter!) and then a connecting service to Lanark. I was in Lanark for about 11:15, a bit of a late start for my liking with 60 miles to pedal on unfamiliar routes. So no time for hanging about, off I went following the breadcrumb trail on Garmin. Not a great route to start with, along a busy A road south out of Lanark, but soon it took me onto some nicer minor roads - and hills; lots of HILLS!
Onwards to Biggar where I hoped to pick up the Tweed Valley cycle route, which allegedly exists and runs right to the English border. Alas, they forgot to signpost it in Biggar, and despite my enquiries no-one I spoke to had ever heard of it. So I was back to relying on Garmin; always a dangerous thing to do IME.. It directed me along a path beside a river. So far so good, I thought; this must be a tributary of the Tweed. A few miles further on and it becomes a soggy, muddy bridleway - and continues like that for several miles. It was uncycleable in places. I could see a road running parallel to the north which is the one I am sure I SHOULD have been on, but there was the small matter of a river between us, and no bridge. So I persevered on this all the way to Broughton:
Once in Broughton things were much improved and I got back on tarmac, on quiet minor roads. The River Tweed was looking good, and I spent the next few hours going along its banks:
Of course when planning a route along a "valley" you tend to forget that a valley has big hills up the sides of it; and that is where the minor roads take you! This was a more typical view of the river:
My favourite part of the day was the 5 miles of flat cyclepath running alongside the river between Peebles and Innerleithen, bliss:
I arrived at my hotel in Melrose about 6pm. It was the Waverley Castle Hotel which is one of those "grand back in the day, but now a stopover for Shearings bus tours" type places. I opted to have the £15 for 3 courses dinner at the hotel as the town was a hill too far away for my tired legs! As it turned out, dinner was excellent, the Guinness was OK, and the shower fantastic. My only complaint was the heat in the hotel was stifling, obviously set for the majority of the clientele who were cracking on a bit. I slept with the heating off and the window open and was still sweating. Strava day 2.
Day 3.....
Was up for another shower and into breakfast for the opening time of 8am.. Breakfast was not bad, but not generous enough to see me over too many hills. I was on the road for 9am; another sunny day. Started off following the Tweed again:
Soon it was up and down a few hills, but after Kelso things levelled out for the most part. Crossing the border presented no problems; they let me in OK and were happy to take foreign money:
A castle that "they" used to use for keeping the good guys out!
I over estimated the mileage to Berwick, as it turned out to be only 45 miles which meant I was there for early afternoon. I rode past the train station to the harbour, looking for somewhere to do the traditional dipping of the rear wheel in the water, but there weren't any slipways that I could find. Rather than carry the bike down a ladder, I had to settle for these photos:
After that it was back up the hill to the train station for the 2.20pm train to Glasgow, and connection to Largs. It took just over 3 hours to do the return journey . Strava day 3.
That's that one off the list then. Next??
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