Sunday night, monday morning.

After getting on the wrong train from haymarket i doubled back and got back to glasgow with enough time to hurriedly pack up the pinkster and get out for a bivvy ride. When i decided to bed down somewhere near the whangie ( a large split in the rock caused by the devils tail as he flew to a witches coven meeting...apparently) it began to rain. It was 11 oclock and i was pretty bushed and didnt feel like getting wet, so i didnt pay much attention to the ground, covered as it was in a thick coat of grass.






Needless to say, the grass hid several 6" high, hemispherical mounds, positioned in such a way that i never really got comfortable all night. Hey ho.

The packing aim for this trip was as light as possible. As such the complete weight of the bike, racks, waterbottles and kit was 17kg. The bike and racks weigh 12 kg so given the 2.25kg of water on the bike, thats pretty damned light. My ruck sack was a little heavier than i wanted, with 3kg of water. Fully dressed i had 8kg of kit on my person. Soooooooo, subtracting the H2O, shoes etc i had about 6-7kg of stuff. Not bad, and right where i was aiming for. I can go lighter, but not much without sacrificing certain comforts (coffee, hot food).

The packing was a different matter. I had less stuff on the racks initially - bad idea, and i also didnt have enough dry bags to keep the sleeping bag totally dry -bad idea 2. Live and learn.

A winding 50 or so miles through the roads and hills with a drop down to clachan of campsie had me back home and sorting out the bike for this week ends mountain mayhem. New tyres were needed on the tif as i spotted the tyre had bugun to split, and i took the opportunity to true and tension the wheels. Good work. Time for bed...