15.08.2011 - 17.08.2011
Domonic went to work on Monday morning and left me to let myself out, what a perfect gent, he even gave me some energy bars and gels as he is a triathlete and understands the need for nutrition. I left late and only made 60 miles that day, camping near Carnoustie, saw the full moon rise over the sea, as I cooked my evening meal.
The cycle paths north of Edinburgh were fantastic, covered a lot of miles off road and through forests, a bit wet though. Tried to eat in St Andrews but for some reason three places said they were not serving, I started to think that they just don't like riff raff in those parts any more. I carried on cycling through Fife where the locals did not appear too friendly. People would stare at me cycling along, I would nod and say hello but they would just carry on staring with no change in expression. I even had this treatment from runners and other cyclists, as well as abuse shouted from cars. On the outskirts of Edinburgh I stopped to talk to two cyclists called Ian and Phil, they showed me the route I needed to take and were good company for a few miles, they even gave me £10 for the Stoke Association, which I texted through straight away.
I did not bother to go into Edinburgh as Ian and Phil told me you can hardly move due to the festival being on, anyway I was sticking to the coast. The ride East had a marker in the distance a large rock in the sea just past North Berwick. There was a lighthouse on the island and the top of it was white. I stopped and took my binoculars out to see what was making it so white, it turned ut to be a combination of thousands of sea birds and their faeces. That night I spent my last night on Scottish soil for the trip at Coldingham Sands. I was sad to be leaving Scotland it had been so enjoyable and surprisingly easy to cycle as the hills are not that steep (Wales was worse). I had one final treat that Scotland gave me and that was to camp in a very special spot and watch the almost full moon rise.