The pleasant Sustrans route north out of Ayr on this sunny morning took me right through a golf course in Troon. A notice (picture) warns you that you may get hit by golf balls. I didn’t know that cyclist-hating golfers had such a good aim. Following Sustrans’s suggestions to get to Glasgow from Ayr was…
Category: End to Ends
Britain 15: Stranraer to Ayr
With heavy rain forecast and time in hand – but also strong tailwinds – I wasn’t sure whether to get some wet miles in, or sit out the deluge for a day. Eventually – after about five seconds actually – the prospect of 24 more hours in Stranraer, and inevitable mania in consequence, was enough…
Britain 14: Stranraer to Kirkmaiden to Stranraer
With most of my stuff in the tent in Stranraer, I could enjoy a single-pannier day, biking light down to the Mull of Galloway and back, to start the Scottish and final leg of the trip. Without camping stuff, clothes, Argos catalogues etc, the bike felt ever so light and twitchy. The Mull of Galloway…
Britain 10: Holy Island to Marshall Meadows to Dunbar
I cycled the handful of miles from Holy Island to Berwick, with its characteristic rust-coloured ancient bridge over the Tweed (picture), at dawn. The ancient walled city changed hands over a dozen times between England and Scotland over the last few centuries, presumably as both sides were trying to get rid of it. I didn’t…
Britain 9: Haydon Bridge to Holy Island
The riverside campsite in Haydon Bridge (picture) had been the best of the trip so far. I just had to remember not to step too far out the tent when going for a wee in the night. I spent the next eight hours hacking northwest through lumpy and muddy bits of Northumberland. The whole county…
Britain 8: Kendal to Haydon Bridge
I like Kendal. Every time I pass through I see something interesting I hadn’t seen before. And I don’t mean on the Wetherspoons menu. I mean things such as this signpost (picture) in the Market Square pointing to both Scafell Pike and Everest, for climbers who have limbered up in the Lakes and fancy something…
Britain 7: Warrington to Kendal
After a convivial night with Si, Sue and company, in which certain single malts may have been involved, I took the morning train back to Warrington Bank Quay to pick up the pieces. Er, I mean, from where I left off last night. Warrington Bank Quay (picture) is one of only two UK stations to…
Britain 6: Coalport to Warrington
The name ‘Ironbridge‘ means, literally, ‘iron bridge’, and is named for an iron bridge (picture), which is a bridge made of iron, the world’s first. It was bashed up in 1779 by Abraham Darby, son of Abraham Darby, and grandson of Abraham Darby. They didn’t have a way with words: the Industrial Revolution was born…
Britain 5: Gloucester to Coalport
What could be more English – on an English End to End – than a visit to Worcester (picture), home of the quintessential English composer, Edward Elgar? Well, lots of things I suppose, such as rail replacement buses or bad kebabs, but this scored very highly on the English scale. Elgar was, of course, a…
Britain 4: Taunton to Gloucester
Another long and lovely day of cycling across England’s patchwork nation. Up the pleasant canal towpath from Taunton to Bridgwater this morning (picture). The route – part of NCN3, Bristol to Land’s End – has a scale model of the planets, rather like York’s. This is the sun, as if dumped at Maunsel Locks by…