Sir Walter Scott

A trip up to Loch Katrine this morning: a daunting road test for the bike. Passed with flying colours, and four bars left in the battery after 40km+ of on and off steepies. Very happy with that. A chap walking his bike up a hill shouted 'you're cheating' at me as I wizzed past. How I chuckled. :-)))
I kept bumping into the Walter Scott today: main is her pulling out of Stronachlachar. Extras: in open water, and berthed at home, Trossachs Pier.
Another grand morning oot.