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Leg 16 – Aberdeen shop and short leg to Cruden Bay

16 May 2013

Waking up feeling refreshed, I was up surprisingly early for me, by 07.30 because the tent got too hot; a good sign that the weather had improved however Scotland had tricked me before so I decided to reserve judgement. A German couple were up early too in the pitch next to me, and I half expected to see they’d deposited towels on the chairs next to the duck pond to reserve their seating for day. Instead they were practicing their golf swings using pine cones, and drinking freshly brewed coffee that smelt amazing. Unfortunately I don’t do the caffeine thing, so settled for some peppermint tea instead, along with the last of my cheese and oatcakes; must buy some more!

Post breakfast I had a lazy morning sorting out a few bits and pieces, and catching up on some blog entries in the sunshine that looked set to continue to for the day.

It’s worth mentioning how impressed I am to date with my tent, a Hilleburg Akto that’s performing admirably. It’s not only very light and strong, but keeps the wind out, as well as the sometimes driving rain; a blessing since I entered Scotland and this cold north wind sprang up.

Hilleburg Akto

Hilleburg Akto – excuse the mess

It’s a one person tent but surprisingly roomy, with space in the porch area to fit my four panniers and the dry bag that sits on my back rack. There’s enough room inside to spread out a bit, and you could even fit two in at a stretch, should the need arise!

Post blog entries and a smattering of rain, told you the weather was unpredictable, I finished charging up my phone and iPad in the TV room, then packed up. Realised I haven’t watched TV for two weeks now, not missing it, too much other stuff to do.  I noticed at this point my front tyre had a puncture, which was annoying seeing as I had new and tougher tyres on my bike in the form of Schwalbe Marathon Plus’. Upon closer examination it was a weird puncture, the rubber having fatigued and worn through around the valve so nothing to do with the actual tyre, and perhaps a result of yesterday’s rough riding. Inner tube replaced I was ready to go, albeit with very grimy hands I had to scrub; handy I got the puncture in the campsite so had a bathroom to wash up in. I only have one spare tube left now, so ought to buy a couple more, although I have one old one that’s mendable still.

Leaving the campsite about midday, and passing the Old Mill Inn from last night, I pedalled to Aberdeen down the Deeside cycle path, a nice smooth ride of about 7 miles that didn’t take very long. The sun was still out so the day looked promising.

Deeside Holiday Park

Deeside Holiday Park – weather sunny but still unpredictable


I headed to a Cotswold’s shop I’d located earlier via the medium of the web, and picked up some more fuel for my Whisperlite stove. I chatted to the shop staff for a bit, one of whom was a keen cycle tourer. Have to say I’ve always found the Cotswold’s staff really friendly and helpful, and the ones I’ve met so far know there stuff which makes a change. Mind you I should probably be sponsored by them considering the amount of kit I bought from them for this tour. Get a discount through work though, and CTC members also get a discount which is worth remembering.

I proceeded to wheel my fully loaded bike through the mall and grabbed a baguette for lunch, attracting some curious looks. I figured me wheeling my bike through the mall as no different to people pushing their prams, and if anyone wanted to challenge this I would claim I was using my bike as a pram to transport a lobster; Lobster wasn’t  entirely convinced by this plan.

Leaving the mall, which I found entirely too crowded, I took a somewhat circuitous route out of Aberdeen seeing a few sights. It’s a nice city and one I knew nothing about other than it has a large port.

The Gordan Highlanders

The Gordan Highlanders – lobster reckoned he could have them


 

Giant Lobster invades Aberdeen

Giant Lobster invades Aberdeen 


 

Me in Aberdeen

Me in Aberdeen


Stopping in Morrisons on the way out I picked up a few extra provisions. I might have bought too much however I wasn’t sure how much I’d need over the next few days, given the apparent sparseness of campsites along the Aberdeenshire coastline. I thought I might have to wild camp so wanted to make sure I had enough carbs – was nearly out of reserve flapjack! So armed with bananas, apples (Pink Ladies no less) more pasta, pasties, pork pie, snickers, pitta bread and other assorted goods, which to my relief all fitted in my panniers – Orltieb panniers just absorb stuff but bike does get heavier, I left Aberdeen in glorious sunshine. I assume you don’t have to toast pitta breads incidentally? Could be tricky on my stove. Also splashed out on some houmous, how very middle class. Forgot to buy oatcakes though, d’oh.

Wanting to avoid the A90 I cycled over the Bridge of Don, and up through the countryside to Potterton, then on to Belheavie, before heading back down to the coast at Balmedie. At that point I had to cycle along a bit of the A90, past a few traffic jams, before turning on to the A975 to Newburgh. Is ‘burgh’ in Scotland pronounced ‘burg’ or ‘borough’? I’ve been going with ‘burg’ but don’t really know! There are a few words I need to look up too which are repeated on signs – Slains, Mains, and Links which I assume must be golf associated. Anyway it was a relief to get off the A90 which was far too busy, even if most Scottish drivers do look out for cyclists.

Bridge of Don

Bridge of Don 


 

Countryside route out of Aberdeen

Countryside route out of Aberdeen, beautiful weather  


 

A90 - bit busy but nice route

A90 – bit busy but nice route

The Ridgeback was running well post the morning’s puncture repair and general maintenance – de-griming the gears etc, and my legs were feeling good post the big feed the night before and morning off. I think rubbing in Emu oil to tired muscles is also proving effective – look it up if you don’t believe me. My spirits were generally higher due to the sunshine and nearly no wind for a change, even if it was still chilly.

Nature reserve outside Newburgh 1

Nature reserve outside Newburgh 1

 

Nature reserve outside Newburgh 2

Nature reserve outside Newburgh 2


On a high I continued on to Collieston, where I stopped for a bit. It’s a lovely village on the coast, again reminding me of Cornwall. I lay in the grass up at the viewpoint, overlooking the bay and harbour, and admired the view. I nearly dozed off it was so peaceful, and for the first time in a few days I felt all the tension leave me, completely relaxing. I felt a real sense of calm descend over me, and would have stayed their for longer hadn’t the chilly breeze finally roused me; I climbed back down from the bluff I’d clambered up to earlier and got back on my bike. (Again reminded me of Cornwall as a kid, and rock hopping about)

Collieston 1

Collieston – beautiful day and village


 

Collieston, lying in the grass

Collieston, lying in the grass


 

Collieston, the other way

Collieston, the other way

About halfway out of the village I realised I didn’t have my sunglasses, and must have dropped them when lying in the grass or climbing back down. Stopping suddenly I skidded on a patch of gravel, feet slipped out of cleats and bike went sideways. My shins were duly whacked by my pedals, and leg covered in grease from the chain, great way to shatter the tranquil state I’d achieved earlier. My lower legs are covered in scrapes and bruises from my pedals or cassette hits, resulting from manoeuvring a heavy bike, it tipping over, or my feet slipping out occasionally (must tighten cleats a bit). They look like they’ve ‘been in the wars’ as my mother would say, a few battle scars I reckon. Does anyone else have this problem or is it just me being clumsy? Anyway I went back and found my sunglasses where they’d fallen whilst I was climbing down.

I passed a lot of cattle on my way out of Collieston, bullocks mostly, who seemed very interested in my progress. Passing one field of particularly frisky bovines, I noticed they started following me, slowly at first, before speeding up until the whole herd were steaming along beside me; maybe it was my red panniers. I was very glad of the solid fence between us. Not sure they were being particulary aggressive, maybe just interested, but I wouldn’t have liked them on my side of the fence.

Interested bovines

Interested bovines – they started following me, vigorously

It was a great cycle along to Cruden Bay, another lovely coastal town with a great beach where waves were rolling in; I could have surfed, if I could actually surf that is, and had a surf board which unfortunately wouldn’t really fit on my bike.

Cruden Bay

Cruden Bay


 

Cruden Bay - drying fishing nets

Cruden Bay – drying fishing nets


 

Cruden Bay - me

Cruden Bay – me

I left Cruden Bay intending to wild camp, perhaps up at the ruined castle (Slaines), but within minutes I saw a sign to a campsite with a tent symbol on it, bonus, as fancied a hot shower. I cycled with a bloke on a mountain bike for a bit, whose friend took part in the recent Perthshire Etal and came 50th, pretty impressive. The same friend apparently has 8 bikes in his garage; I only have two and was slightly jealous, but sounds expensive.

We parted ways as I reached the campsite, Craighead, a nice surprise considering I wasn’t expecting many campsites out this way, however the owner said there are quite a few on the coast and gave me a map which was helpful. Good campsite, nice and quiet, no wifi but warm showers and only £9.  He let me charge stuff too, lucky considering the lead from my solar panels to my Power Monkey has broken – need to get a replacement in Inverness. Dinner consisted of Morrisons pasties, fruit, biscuits, and a medicinal whiskey as the sun went down.

Aberdeenshire is impressive so far, a hidden gem in my humble opinion. The campsite owner said a lot of tourist traffic gets directed towards Balmoral etc up the A96/A947, rather than around the coast, their loss I reckon, and my gain, with its thus far gentle hills, lovely countryside and picturesque coastal villages – which although lovely could do with a few more pubs. Great to have sunshine too.

Post real morale boosting day, covering 45 miles, I wrapped up warm in my tent and fell soundly asleep pretty quick. Long may the good weather continue.

Gorse in bloom

Gorse in bloom – pass a lot of this

 

Legs 1 & 2 – Norwich to Sandringham

I’m writing this from Sandringham camping and caravan park, located in a wonderfully peaceful wood next to the estate. There’s a pigeon watching me curiously, I have my suspicions about pigeons.

Using my iPad which unfortunately doesn’t have any of the photos from the last couple of days, so will try and upload them separately from my phone if I can get that connected.

01 May 2013 – Leg 1 to Happisburgh
Having packed and repacked my panniers a few times I was finally ready to leave, on a mostly balanced but pretty heavy bike (think we worked out it’s about 90 pounds), at about 10.30 on a gloriously sunny Wednesday. Lost my passport somewhere but I’m sure it will turn up, probably at the bottom of a pannier at the end of the tour.

Had a great send off from home from my parents, brother and sister in law plus nephew, Lu’s parents, Chris, Jen, Eve and Willow. The latter two were have great fun banging a drum and blowing a trumpet – thanks for the fanfare girls!

Pedalling off with a certain amount of trepidation, and wondering what I’d forgotten, I passed through Norwich before stopping in at work to say bye for 3 months. Got another great send off so left Norwich feeling buoyant.

Had a lovely ride through the Norfolk countryside down to Lowestoft, accompanied by birdsong; lots of skylarks making themselves known at present. Less pleasant were the regular swarms of midge like bugs I cycled through, there were a lot of them, and I think I swallowed quite a few; hopefully good protein?

Made Lowestoft, the Eastern most point of Britain, in good time, whereupon I ate a pork pie in celebration, then had another one for good measure whilst I was waiting for the bridge to come down. Continuing on up the coast I passed lots of shipping activity around and in Great Yarmouth, before cycling along the seafront. There really are a lot of arcades there, and fish and chip shops, I didn’t stop apart from at the traffic lights. It looked okay in the sunshine but not my favourite place on the tour.

It appears my Garmin Edge might have a sense of humour. When plotting out the routes I’m sure I specified paved routes only, so I was a little perturbed when it started directing me down narrower and narrower lanes, followed by tracks. Wasn’t too bad for a while, then I hit sand, at quite a speed after going around a corner. A heavily laden bike hitting several inches of sand at speed, without mountain bike capabilities, does not end well, and I was unceremoniously dumped. Luckily it was a soft landing and nothing but pride damaged. My first reaction was to check no-one was watching, they weren’t, my second was a stream of pretty foul language, my third was to start giggling, it was pretty funny. Post that stunt I took things pretty easy for the next few miles, which involved pushing for a bit through the sandier section of the coastal path, before reaching a proper road near Waxham.

From Waxham it’s only a short stretch up to Happisburgh, and you can see the lighthouse from miles away so despite my Garmin’s best efforts I didn’t get sidetracked. My friend Nigel was waiting at the campsite with a cold beer which was most welcome. I may be doing this unsupported but I don’t think the occasional cold one from a friend counts against me. Had dinner at the local pub, the Hill House Inn, a very welcoming establishment with a fine selection of ales and great menu. I had rib eye steak, followed by rhubarb crumble, and a few pints of Tim Taylor’s Landlord. Parents, plus Norman and Sheila also drove up for the evening so was a lot of fun, even if rather more beer than anticipated was consumed; it’s all good carb loading tough isn’t it?

A note on Happisburgh. The cliff it sits behind is slowly eroding into the sea. I say slowly, last year I think about 4 metres disappeared, including the tower construction which was there to provide access via steps to the beach. Unfortunately the campsite I stayed at day’s might be numbered but it’s a lovely place to overnight at, with a great pub just next door. Showers were nice and hot too. Recommended! We filmed there earlier this year – check out our website and you tube channel.

Pretty chilly night but I was ready for it after the food and ale, and my sleeping bag is toasty. The stars were really bright after being in the centre of a well lit city. Out to sea we could see the lights from a few rigs and shipping heading by.

A great first day, covered 75 odd miles – I’ll link to the route when I can download it from my Garmin (or Nemesis as I’ve taken to calling it). Thanks again for all the donations, support, and interest in this blog, all great motivation.

02 May 2013 – Leg 2 to Sandringham
Okay, it’s getting a bit late as I write this and I need to get a shower before an early start tomorrow, so I’ll keep this brief. Also something just howled…quite close by. They don’t have wolves on royal estates do they? I mean I know they like their hunting but pretty sure there are no wolves in the uk. I won’t stray from the path just in case, didn’t bring any silver bullets, or a gun for that matter!

Day 2 started well with sunshine and a light easterly breeze that would follow me along the coast. Realised my new cycling bib had caused a mild amount of chafing so I applied some chamois cream to the afflicted areas (don’t ask), and wore some looser kit today.

Followed the North Norfolk coast along to Cromer, then Sheringham, it went up and down a lot, and continued to do so, good practice for later on!

Met my parents for the last time in a while in Wells next the Sea and had lunch inn a nice deli – chorizo panini and samosa. They delivered a book I’d ordered off Amazon recommended by someone I met whilst out training who was interested in what I was doing – Slow Coast Home by Josie Dew. Should be good and will no doubt get some good tips.

Got a puncture post Wells, fixed, all good and passerby stopped to check I was okay, another example of how Britain is not a broken society. Passed through Hunstanton where my brother sometimes goes windsurfing – not a good wind for it today with no sales moving out on the Wash – didn’t King John lose the Crown Jewels in the Wash, or was that a tax scam, or early example of expenses fraud.

My Garmin aka Nemesis sent me down a few unpaved roads pst Hunstanton, with sandy bits, but made it through unscathed. I then turned inland through several villages before pedalling furiously uphill towards Sandringham estate, determined to get there in good time. The campsite is set in the woods and is lovely, as are the staff – one lovely lady donated £10 to the Big C when she heard what I was doing, and they recharged the ‘nemesis’ ready for tomorrow. Maybe that’s not such a good thing, might start using the back up map I brought.

Tonight I’ve remembered to do my stretches so hopefully won’t be stiff tomorrow, as have an 80 mile leg to complete. Also had fish and chips from a van that is fortuitously here on a Thursday, most welcome. Had quite a few cashew nuts to boost calories and replace the salt I lost today. Will have a Berocca tomorrow morning to boost minerals etc.

Just heard the estate clock bells ring 10 o-clock so better sign off, and something just howled again. Hopefully you’ll hear from me tomorrow…

Actually, my live track didn’t work today but will try again tomorrow, and if it fails again due to reception will post where I’m passing through and at pertinent updates via twitter.

Few random pics from campsite:

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…now a fox is barking, gotta love the countryside.