Leaving Arran

I woke up to sunshine at about 5:30 am. That is a long time to wait for breakfast at 8:30 am. I repeated the mountain pass of yesterday but this time in sunshine and without other cyclists.
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South Arran – the pudding as I called it is Ailsa Craig

I had breakfast with the owner of the B and B a teacher and a minister. He had the full Scottish breakfast I was under the misguided impression that it was only tourists that ate fried eggs, haggis, sausages, bacon and tomatoes after cereal and followed by toast.
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Troon on a Saturday afternoon in May you can just see the sand being blown off the beach

I left before 8:00 am to avoid the traffic and was in Troon by lunchtime. I was a bit of a mess really being overanxious about life the universe and everything but in particular worries about health, work and the effect this was having on everyone around me. (more…)

I was in a post GCSE coursework trauma. It was cool windy and sunny, in fact everything was crystal clear. A Suggestion was made to stay in the valley to avoid the wind. I ignored the suggestion and we toured the roaches. We Started from Flash the highest village in England, well the sign says so. It was cold and very windy.

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These boxes have caused a lot of pain, well to be more precise the students getting to me the contents of these boxes have caused me the pain. The job is nearly finished and I hope to have my life back in a few days time. Just when the hayfever kicks in!

Looking towards Bamford from Highlow Hall

Lynne and Judy were in London. Ann and I left early to avoid the traffic and the rain to go for a ride. As we drove to Bamford over the Snake pass we were dismayed to pass a policewoman sat by the side of the road blood pouring from her head and other policeman standing around. A mile or so later we passed a car in the middle of the road that was upside down and bent in a number of places. An ambulance was stationary beside it. Anne’s face told me that it was not a pleasant site. (more…)