|Our suspicions lie with Micky, the cat, his markings|
tell us that he's an unusual cat.....
We really love this part of Scotland, great scenery,quiet lanes, respectful drivers. It also an acknowledged centre for lovers of mountain biking. Hooray! thought Nic we're passing Traquair there'll be bike shops, there'll be arm warmers. Arm warmers are a complete necessity - we've discovered - goosebumps on goosebumps with a short sleeved jersey and sweaty and uncomfortable with a jacket on.
|This seat and one portaloo are the total amenities at Traquair!|
No arm warmers then with big dark clouds rolling around the hills - brrrr!
National Cycle Route 1 took us along the Tweed before it then took us on a restricted road at Yair - hmm, bumpy but good cyclo-cross training for Jake. The end of the bumps brought conciliation of The Airy Fairy - outdoor, self-service coffee stop - thank goodness.
Lack of detailed directions meant we ended up in Selkirk - another unscheduled town and another climb - to over 1000ft. Nic dropped her phone - disaster, smashed screen, sad face. We were put right by Sandy Bruce, a fellow cyclist who also donated £5. The plus point, as with Lanark, is the fabulous scenery and Jake met up with Molly, the puppy and we had a collective photo opportunity.
|Almost at top of Selkirk ascent - 11 week Molly|
probably a better climber than us!
Fantastic welcome at Mill House from Clare, David, Hannah & Logan. Jake disappeared for a couple of hours, playing with Logan & came back even grubbier - brilliant, just what he needed.
Footnote, for those in the know: After 57 miles cycling, who would insist on wide open windows because "It's a bit stuffy?"
Off to the seaside tomorrow.