Nick and l got-up around 0900am, and there had been a steady drizzle of rain for the last few hours. We both realized Blaggy would be soaked riding home early and we were no better off as we collapsed the tents and put all of our gear onto the back of the bikes. We were just about to set-off from the campsite when Nick looked across the car park and pointed laughing. The guy from last night had obviously been booted from the tent and ordered to sleep in the car. He was sat bolt-up right in the passenger seat, bobble hat pulled over his eyes. We laughed so hard and Nick shouted across, ‘he must be freezing, what a bulb eh’?
We turned out of the car park and followed the A82 south alongside Loch Lomond and down into Glasgow. The skies were grey and cloudy and the rain beat down as we seemed to circle and circle our way around Glasgow city center. We were probably both a little tired, but we took it steady and were glad when we finally pulled out of the other-side of the city. We headed further southeast towards Peebles, down through Hawick (where we stopped for a full English breakfast), hoping the steady rain would pass-by, then continued on the A68, across to Barnard Castle before a steady run back to our homes along the A1 Motorway. It had been a fantastic few days riding, l was totally fulfilled from my journey through the Hebrides with two good friends. What a ride?!
My part of the trip was concluded with coffee & carrot cake at the Ace Café, London. Unfortunately it was a car meet - but always a great place to drop-in and talk bikes.
We arrived back to North Nottinghamshire mid-afternoon, Nick and l shook hands and l wished him all the best with his imminent fatherhood approaching. l rode the extra 150 miles south to London. It was a good run, a long day and l decided to pull into my local motorbike meet, the ‘Ace Café’ for a coffee and cake and have a glance at the other bikes, though it looked like a car meeting was taking place. Then it was the quick 10-minute ride back home where l unpacked the bags, locked-up the bike and jumped into a hot bath for a soak to warm the bones.
It seemed like a very quick trip, some five days since we set-off with 1500 miles covered, but l was happy to have made it to a new place in the UK. It felt fulfilling to have been to the Outer Hebrides, though l almost couldn’t wait to return. l laid back in the bath and knew that my next trip would probably be local again this year, it was looking very likely that it was time to take the motorbike for a full loop of the Irish coastline. The Emerald Isle was a calling, ‘Oh, Danny-Boy’!
.…… “That’s All Folks!!