We left JOG in the car on Tuesday morning. It felt surreal traveling a days distance in one hours worth of driving. It took us 7 hours to get to Coldstream on the English border when it had taken us 7 days of cycling to get through Scotland.
The weather gods must really like us because it was very blustery yesterday morning (probably F5 NE) and wouldn't have been a nice cycle if we had been a day later. I think we must be in the driest 5% of the population present in Britain over the last 3 weeks. Soo jammy. Maybe driest 2%!
We saw a bunch of guys on road bikes climbing the Berriedale Braes and then a loaded down couple climbing the Helmsdale Hill and it was a weird mixture of emotions seeing them. I sympathised for the pain they would suffering climbing the hills but envied the fact that they were still cycling and were yet to have all the feelings that go with completing the ride. Don't think I don't fancy cycling the A9 north of Inverness though unless it was a real challenge not a supposed holiday. Too busy and not as scenic as the route we took.
The road home passed close to much of the route we took north from Edinburgh. From the A9 cycletrack to the Forth Road bridge it was nice to relive some of the experiences so soon after. I think when ever I drive that way in future my brain will fill with memories of cycling whether its where I hit a bad pot hole, had a tea stop or did a brilliant bit of road.
Today our knees feel pretty normal again, although also like they would be extra succeptible to ligament damage if twisted, and thighs no longer burn whenever I walk up the stairs.
Need more time to put it all in perspective.
I'll do some proper stattos when I'm back home and post a link for the photos.
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