I omitted to mention that on my evening in Alexandria and Balloch I visited The Doghouse pub and was subjected to varying degrees of folk music. I returned to the B&B my taxi (being somewhat fatigued). Preparing for bed I heard some knocking at the door and it turned out the taxi driver had just appeared at the B&B with my mobile which I'd left in the cab. My blood ran cold at the thought of having nearly lost my phone which would have taken a day to replace, not to mention the numbers within, photos, etc. What good fortune.
Next morning I set off and stop at the Post Office/Chemist in Balloch (quiet as you like) to send a postcard. I parked my bike literally in the shop entrance and never took my eyes off it. 2 minutes later the gps was gone. So things even out... but I'd rather have the phone. Also slightly amused at the thought of some addled smackhead trying to ring his dealer on a bicycle gps.
Ride: Alexandria to Callander.
Top moment: Watching salmon jumping in the river at Callander
Beer: Deuchars in Callander. Otherwise it's a real ale desert here. Kind of like "The Death Zone" up Everest.
Morning Mark ,Ive been reading avidly for some weeks now in earnest anticipation of the the first report of you hurtling headlong over the 'bars ,cartwheeling rudderless through acres of nettles or braking sharply / violently causing your nuts to make unexpected contact with the headstock...have I missed a post??? Tom
Posted by: Tom Ellis | July 02, 2009 at 12:24 PM