|Date||Wednesday 28th August 2013|
Suspicious Minds. Which is exactly what I should have had when I asked this guy at the end of Arbroath bay if I could cycle the coastal path to Montrose as it looked tarmacked
Aye, he said very confidently so off I set. Well stunning path across deep red cliffs that’s for sure but passable by bike like mine it ain’t, that’s for sure! The first 2 or 3 miles are brilliant but then the path breaks up, falls away and at times gets perilously very narrow with a sheer drop to my right down the cliff face, petrifying, especially for this idiot who is scared of heights!!!
Then, as if I need just a touch more challenge the path gets very overgrown with nettles and bramble, so add in the vertiginous drop to my side if I dare to look, you can understand I’m really lapping up this sense of venture but eventually and with immense relief I found a detour through a wood, muddy and tough going but thankfully safe – the whole escapade must have lost me well over an hour
So when I finally arrived in Stonehaven it is close to 8; 11 hours in the saddle (most of the time!)
Some good places along the way though. The trip around the Tentsmuir forest just before the Tay bridge was gorgeous in the early morning misty sun and the flat river estuary teeming with all kinds of birds, the bridge was impressive and a welcome architectural bonanza with the cycle path going straight down the middle so idiots like me scared witless of heights and deep water (I cycled like a total nervous softie over the Firth) felt very safe. Whoever designed that bridge, thank you but can you sort out a few more, especially the one across the Severn before I get there!
The path to Carnoustie is also a dream but after that it’s drab. Arbroath and Montrose are both grey and a sad reminder of sad grey places like Sittingbourne, best move on
So late, knackered and pinning imaginary voodoo pins to an imaginary doll with a look of a certain Arbroath man I eventually got out for a beer in time to watch the second half of the Celtic game with a bunch of Aberdeen fans which was a hoot as they cheered every Shaknar chance and booed every Celtic goal
But with Marcial’s advice in my ears I got back to bed early enough so I would be good for a 9 start on the road next day