The campsite I found last night, by chance, is a real gem. It’s in an old Georgian walled garden in the middle of a wooded valley. Perhaps this explains the strange smell in my tent when I took my shoes off last night. I must have been camped over an old compost heap.
With tailwinds, at last, and plenty of sun, today was another fab cycling day, through the often Dales-like scenery of Ayrshire and Dumfries ‘n’ Galloway. It was a day for whizzing along for the sheer pleasure of it. I finished in Annan, where it was an evening for having a pint and curry for the sheer pleasure of it.
Miles today: 81
Miles since Cape Wrath: 522