The Bridge

Sunday; Carol & Suse are in the village on a willow-weaving course and Richard is welding his Landrover.

Weather forecast looks quite good, so having spent yesterday working in the bathroom, I decide to go cycling.

I grab a flask of coffee and some food and head off up towards Drumbeg. Not sure where I’ll get to; I vaguely toy with the idea of the “Tour de Quinag”, a 37 mile circuit. It doesn’t sound far if you’ve never cycled up here before, but I reckon it translates into the equivalent of 74 miles elsewhere!
Anyway, I chug up the hill from the sea and eventually realise that where Quinag should be, there’s just a big cloud; a fairly dark one too. I haven’t done this route for a while, so I lower my expectations a bit; not sure if the legs are up to it either!
I get past Nedd estuary and start to pedal up the Glenleraig hill, but after a couple of hundred yards, there’s a lovely clump of primroses flowering; the first I’ve seen this spring. Within a nano-second of getting the camera out, it starts raining; only a little bit. Its the camera that’s the jinx, I reckon, so I chuck it in the ditch. No, only kidding. I take a picture as quick as I can and put it back in its waterproof bag, actually.
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Primroses near the back wheel…. yes, that little yellow splodge.
Now its started raining, it basically continues for the next two hours; not a lot, but its not the sunny day I was expecting. I now abandon the idea to go all around Quinag, as it must be raining properly up on the bealach, and head for Kylesku bridge instead. And no, its not a cop-out, as it means I have to come back along this road too. If you’ve been this way, you’ll know what I mean. There’s three one-in-fours marked on the map.
Cautious riding is in order; watch out for the grit in the middle of the road, it’d be like cornering on marbles. And the wet road. Most of the hills go down to a burn with a bend and a bridge, so you can’t keep any momentum to grunt up the other side. The one at Ardvar Glen is even more of a challenge; braking all the way down to keep the speed low enough to make the last corner before the bridge, my back wheel often locks up on a dry road. Today, I hang my backside over the rear of the saddle to keep more weight over the wet back tyre.
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Flapjacks and coffee at Kylesku bridge.
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Sixteen and a quarter miles from home. Fortunately I found a few people to talk to as I made the return journey; a couple more minutes for my legs to recover!
I get almost back to Ardvar and the sun finally comes out again. Fortunately, I’d taken thicker gloves, overshoes and a waterproof coat, and had been gradually putting more and more clothes on as the miles passed. Now I was cooking; “boil-in-the-bag”!
Back home, I’m quite pleased with myself, having pedalled up every hill. Celebration with a nice cup of tea, I think!
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I usually take a Selfie so I can send a postcard to my Mum!

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