Mr Celine
Discordian
- Location
- Waxing my moustache
Yesterday's ride headed west into a howling gale, albeit mild enough to still be in shorts. I stopped briefly on Ashiesteel Bridge to take a pic of the Tweed.
By the time I reached Innerleithen I was fed up with the back road and Sunday drivers not using the passing places, including the MTB uplift minibus for the lazy gits that don't like going uphill. I switched to the sustrans bimbleway to Peebles, on which I passed three families out for a cycle and about three dozen dog walkers. I stopped for another pic of the Tweed from the suspension bridge which replaced a long-dismantled railway bridge over the Tweed.
The bimbleway's route along the railway line is interrupted just beyond this point by the commuter village of Cardrona, one of the most depressing and soulless places imaginable. Where it resumes on the other side it's currently being dug up and I missed the diversion sign, which had been blown over in the wind. The diversion uses a path normally used by golfers which passes under a very low bridge, at which point some of said golfers nearly ran me down in their golf buggy.
Next stop Peebles with its bridge.....
which has been altered and widened a few times....
.... and is adorned with lamp posts held up by weird sea serpents!
Turning back east along the south bank of the Tweed I now had a tailwind, thanks to which it took under ten minutes to reach this milestone.
From Traquair I turned south over the Paddy Slack then down Yarrowdale. I passed a stationary tractor and trailer whose driver had pulled over to make a phone call, but set off again as soon as I had passed. The trailer was fully loaded with new car tyres. Had there been any apparent agricultural use for these I'd have pulled over to let him past, but instead used the tax-dodging red diesel cheat for some training, as for the next four miles the only overtaking opportunities were on downhill sections where he couldn't keep up, far less pass, and I had to sprint on the uphills.
Nearly home I passed the site of the Selkirk vintage car rally which by this time had mostly packed up. While peering over the hedge at the few remianing cars I almost T-boned a Capri 2.8 injection which emerged from the campsite entrance without (either of us) looking.
The map -
53.8 miles at 15.4 mph 2923 feet up.
By the time I reached Innerleithen I was fed up with the back road and Sunday drivers not using the passing places, including the MTB uplift minibus for the lazy gits that don't like going uphill. I switched to the sustrans bimbleway to Peebles, on which I passed three families out for a cycle and about three dozen dog walkers. I stopped for another pic of the Tweed from the suspension bridge which replaced a long-dismantled railway bridge over the Tweed.
The bimbleway's route along the railway line is interrupted just beyond this point by the commuter village of Cardrona, one of the most depressing and soulless places imaginable. Where it resumes on the other side it's currently being dug up and I missed the diversion sign, which had been blown over in the wind. The diversion uses a path normally used by golfers which passes under a very low bridge, at which point some of said golfers nearly ran me down in their golf buggy.
Next stop Peebles with its bridge.....
which has been altered and widened a few times....
.... and is adorned with lamp posts held up by weird sea serpents!
Turning back east along the south bank of the Tweed I now had a tailwind, thanks to which it took under ten minutes to reach this milestone.
From Traquair I turned south over the Paddy Slack then down Yarrowdale. I passed a stationary tractor and trailer whose driver had pulled over to make a phone call, but set off again as soon as I had passed. The trailer was fully loaded with new car tyres. Had there been any apparent agricultural use for these I'd have pulled over to let him past, but instead used the tax-dodging red diesel cheat for some training, as for the next four miles the only overtaking opportunities were on downhill sections where he couldn't keep up, far less pass, and I had to sprint on the uphills.
Nearly home I passed the site of the Selkirk vintage car rally which by this time had mostly packed up. While peering over the hedge at the few remianing cars I almost T-boned a Capri 2.8 injection which emerged from the campsite entrance without (either of us) looking.
The map -
53.8 miles at 15.4 mph 2923 feet up.
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