06.09.2012 - 06.09.2012 16 °C
After the dove appeared with an olive branch, we took our leave of Noah's Ark in Perth. We were on the wrong side of our Perth for our route so the first few miles consisted of a dice with juggernauts along a dual carriageway stretch of the A9. Special thanks to the nutter in the Volvo on the oposite carriageway who took the trouble to blast his horn and wind down his window to deliver a barrage of expletives! Not everyone likes cyclists it seems. Soapbox alert! It seems many (most) motorists take far more care around horses than they do around people on bikes.Have you ever seen anyone fail to slow down and give a horse a wide berth? Anyway, we were soon on the country lanes again, crossing the country north of Perth to get to the road to Braemar. The morning went well - a following wind and flattish conditions. After lunch the going got tougher as we climbed into the Cairngorms, so the miles went by slowly as we struggled up the hills. The long descent into Braemar was a welcome end to the ride, and there was the mother ship in the campsite on the road into town. We were thinking of doing a few extra miles that evening but none of us felt like it. We were entertained that evening by red squirrels around the mother ship - the first any of us had ever seen.