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The lochs and glens. So authentically Scottish. I can feel the presence of Stone Age inhabitants, the Norman conquerors, the monsters in the lochs! So funny how passionate the people become as you cross the border. Half expect to see a caber being tossed as I cycle along. This land is almost legendary and has inspired a thousand songs, a thousand movies. I am cycling in this land.
I need my long sleeve jersey this morning. It’s May but there is a definite bite in the air. Loch Lomond is still. Quiet but for the morning breeze. The morning fog has almost lifted and the dewy ground is warming up.
It’s a fairly long cycle today. We have started our northern route towards Ardlui at the northern point of the loch. The Argyll Forest Park is emerald green. The movie maker in the group talks about the mystical strobes of sunlight as they filter through the sunlight. I can’t help but be inspired by the way he talks about his surroundings.
Who would have thought 8 hard working 30 something’s could find such peace the same day as we all left the City? Can’t think about the return journey today.
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I never thought I could see so many tranquil lochs in one day. Loch Awe, Loch Fyne, Loch Katrine. I think I live in the wrong place. Not sure where the larger lochs sprawl out. Got to ask the Scottish rider. I can’t really understand the locals but I think that’s part of the charm of where I am.
East towards Queen Elizabeth Forest Park and into the Scottish highlands. Lendrick, Coilantogle. What a pleasure it is to be so far from everything.
Back home to grab the clubs. I can definitely fit in 18 holes tomorrow, just going to get my range this afternoon in preparation. I am relaxing and the wood fire is alight and dancing, filling the room with warmth. The 12 year old single malt is being poured into generous tumblers. I can smell the smoky Scotch as I settle into the giant armchair and while away the evening chatting with people like me.
Switch off from everything and enjoy what’s important.
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