Our parking spot for Saturday night may not have been much to look at, but it was level and quiet. It wasn't so good during the day on Sunday - a sunny day - being in the shade of the only stand of tall trees around. That wasn't a problem for me, as I spent much of the day keeping warm by cycling and walking my way up a couple of hills (full report here), but for Mick, who was resting a thigh strain incurred on Saturday, it was a day of sitting around wearing a hat and wrapped in a blanket*.
By the time I was back and my bike had been restowed in the boot...
Just in case you're interested, this is what Bertie's boot looks like on this trip, with two bikes in amongst the usual gubbins.
...he was more than ready to move to a sunnier spot, so we headed off to the place we'd earmarked for Sunday night. We didn't get that far, as at my start point for Monday's walk we found a two-vehicle parking area that we adjudged to be suitable for a night-stop. It turned out not to be as good as expected, with the little B road being busier overnight (with many speeding vehicles) than the A road next to which we parked last week. It was, however, as convenient as could be for my walk yesterday morning.
Once I'd rendezvoused with Mick on the other side of the hill (which hadn't been my intention when I set out - see full report for details), a quick decision had to be made as to where to go next. We pulled in at the first available place: a) for me to change my sodden footwear; and b) to look at a map, which resulted in us heading to the Decathlon store on the west side of Glasgow. After all, a Bertie trip wouldn't be complete without at least one trip to Decathlon, would it?
Lunch was had in the car park, then a considerable haul of 'stuff' was bought from the store. It seemed an outlandish amount to spend, until we analysed quite how much we'd bought. Just the running shoes* or the waterproof jacket could easily have come to the total bill, had we bought branded items.
Over lunch I surveyed our options as to where to go next, resulting in a reservation at Strathclyde Caravan Club Site. There I prioritised a long hot shower over doing laundry (and over all of that I prioritised putting outside the shoes I'd worn for yesterday morning's walk - wading through 57 bogs can't half make your shoes stink! They stayed outside until we came to leave today.).
Having been then too tired to contemplate laundry, that was my first job today. By the time everything was dry and put away, there was only time for coffee and necessary chores (service point and all that) before we had to leave the site. We didn't go far, just crossing the road to the Toby Carvery for a roast dinner and some downloading of stuff using their wifi. Aside from a short loch-side walk, it's since been a quiet afternoon of doing not much.
Bootles, footballs, weed and a poor swan.
(*He could have put Bertie's heating on, but opted to keep warm without burning any of Bertie's gas supply (although it's holding up well considering how much the heating has been used. I guess the fridge isn't having to work so hard in this weather, and is thus being less gas-hungry.)
*The running shoes cost £25 and are my second pair of the same model. My assessment having covered the best part of 400 miles in my first pair (and they're not ready for retirement yet) is that they're value for money. Mick has a pair too, although for general use rather than for running. He took a bit of persuading to buy them (assuming low price = not durable or comfortable) but has also been impressed.)
By the time I was back and my bike had been restowed in the boot...
Just in case you're interested, this is what Bertie's boot looks like on this trip, with two bikes in amongst the usual gubbins.
...he was more than ready to move to a sunnier spot, so we headed off to the place we'd earmarked for Sunday night. We didn't get that far, as at my start point for Monday's walk we found a two-vehicle parking area that we adjudged to be suitable for a night-stop. It turned out not to be as good as expected, with the little B road being busier overnight (with many speeding vehicles) than the A road next to which we parked last week. It was, however, as convenient as could be for my walk yesterday morning.
Once I'd rendezvoused with Mick on the other side of the hill (which hadn't been my intention when I set out - see full report for details), a quick decision had to be made as to where to go next. We pulled in at the first available place: a) for me to change my sodden footwear; and b) to look at a map, which resulted in us heading to the Decathlon store on the west side of Glasgow. After all, a Bertie trip wouldn't be complete without at least one trip to Decathlon, would it?
Lunch was had in the car park, then a considerable haul of 'stuff' was bought from the store. It seemed an outlandish amount to spend, until we analysed quite how much we'd bought. Just the running shoes* or the waterproof jacket could easily have come to the total bill, had we bought branded items.
Over lunch I surveyed our options as to where to go next, resulting in a reservation at Strathclyde Caravan Club Site. There I prioritised a long hot shower over doing laundry (and over all of that I prioritised putting outside the shoes I'd worn for yesterday morning's walk - wading through 57 bogs can't half make your shoes stink! They stayed outside until we came to leave today.).
Having been then too tired to contemplate laundry, that was my first job today. By the time everything was dry and put away, there was only time for coffee and necessary chores (service point and all that) before we had to leave the site. We didn't go far, just crossing the road to the Toby Carvery for a roast dinner and some downloading of stuff using their wifi. Aside from a short loch-side walk, it's since been a quiet afternoon of doing not much.
Bootles, footballs, weed and a poor swan.
(*He could have put Bertie's heating on, but opted to keep warm without burning any of Bertie's gas supply (although it's holding up well considering how much the heating has been used. I guess the fridge isn't having to work so hard in this weather, and is thus being less gas-hungry.)
*The running shoes cost £25 and are my second pair of the same model. My assessment having covered the best part of 400 miles in my first pair (and they're not ready for retirement yet) is that they're value for money. Mick has a pair too, although for general use rather than for running. He took a bit of persuading to buy them (assuming low price = not durable or comfortable) but has also been impressed.)
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