Day 114: Glasgow to Brightons, Scotland, Friday August 11th
We took the scenic route, riding backwards along the River Clyde, then all the way back up the Kelvin to pick up the canal route towards Edinburgh. The weather was a bit spitty, but the wind was from the southwest, pushing us along.
All the way out of the city we could hear bagpipes and drums, drumming us out of town, I suppose.
We rode beside the water, practically coasting, for hours. Deb kept waiting for it to get less pretty, but it didn’t.
We stopped at an old Inn called the Stables for a hobbit-style pint, and again at the Falkirk Wheel for pictures. Unfortunately the wheel wasn’t doing anything while we were there, and it’s likely much more impressive when you can see it in operation, lifting or lowering boats from one canal to another.
I was enjoying the canal ride so much I led us astray, and we had to rely on Google Maps to get us to our Airbnb. Google seemed to want to have some fun with us, sending us on a long climb up a gravel path in the woods, then under a rail bridge with a ledge barely wide enough for our fat, loaded bicycles.
When we did finally arrive, we were warmly welcomed by Justine and three very excited dogs. My crabby mood was obliterated by Campbell, a five-month-old spaniel.
Distance: 54 km