I looked up the weather forecast yesterday, and saw that today was to have 8mph westerly winds, a mixture of sunshine and heavy showers, and a maximum temperature of 7⁰C, and thought, “Yeah, I can go with that.” Clearly, in retrospect, there was an additional digit missing from the windspeed.
The plan was to head down to Kilmarnock, then east to Strathaven, and then back up on the unclassified roads towards Jackton and thence the Dear Green Place, but having got thoroughly soaked while heading south into the teeth of a gale, I cut the corner and headed over to Galston instead. That’s where the fun really started and I quickly found myself trying to shelter, where there was no shelter, from the torrential icy rain. The road sign for the old Louden Castle theme park was the best I could manage, and grateful I was for it.
Sadly, the road from Galston to Strathaven was mostly sheltered from the wind, which should have been on my back, but that’s really, that’s just par for the course. I did get some help from it on the way up the long hill just after the Loudon Inn, I got a fair bit up in the big ring in fact, and then it suddenly dropped which left me franticly trying to get down to a low enough gear to continue. I’d hoped that the wind would start to die down a bit when I turned north and homewards at Strathaven, but not a bit of it – if anything, it seemed to get stronger and as the road is a succession of left and then right turns, I was either getting blown sideways or battling into the face of it for the entire jouney.
53 miles and 2000 ft of ascent in a howling gale……………..but anything’s better than the turbo