May 25, 2017

Drumlanrig Castle

The last day of our tour dawned with fog overhead. (A familiar sight, back home.)

National Cycle Route sign detached from its post on a foggy morning, near Mabie Forest, Scotland
A propped-up sign heralded our turn onto a National Cycle Route.

Cycling along a rural road outside Dumfries, Scotland
After three long-ish days, today's route would be shorter—but eventful.

Sunlight breaking through the clouds, lighting up a field, outside Dumfries, Scotland
The fog began to burn off, striping the fields with sunlight.

Lamb stretching its neck through the fence toward a head of dandelion seeds, outside Dumfries, Scotland
A curious lamb bounded over to check us out when we regrouped. (Or maybe it just wanted that fuzzy head of dandelion seeds.)

River upstream of the Glenkiln Reservoir, Scotland
We kicked back with our morning tea break next to the river that feeds the Glenkiln Reservoir, near the (former) Glenkiln Sculpture Park. (After one piece was stolen, they were removed from public display. This is why we can't have nice things.)

On the outskirts of Dunscore, we voted in favor of detouring into the town, hoping to find a restroom. The pub was closed. Our guide spotted a man in his front yard: “Hello, is there a public restroom in town?” “No,” he replied; “but you can use ours!” We pointed out that there were eight of us ... He opened the front door and called out to his wife “Company's coming!”

Carved and polished walking sticks by Martin, Dunscore, Scotland
Apparently he time-trialed bicycles in his youth; in his retirement now, he carves walking sticks. Extraordinary works of art. See the glistening trout atop one in the photo? In his workshop, one piece in progress featured the head of a black Labrador retriever with a limp pheasant in its mouth.

Cattle atop a hillock surrounded by pasture, near Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Among the stranger sights of the day were these cows atop the only hillock among acres and acres of flat pasture. Could it be, flat is boring?

Our final ride would end in style, at Drumlanrig Castle. We spread out in a line across the width of the long drive leading up to the castle, attempting to finish in close formation. We were a rag-tag line to begin with (some riders more comfortable with riding elbow-to-elbow than others) when ... the roaring sound of an approaching fighter jet got louder ... and LOUDER ... It passed between us and the castle, just above the treetops . And I do mean just ... above ... the treetops. It couldn't have been in view for more than a second or two, but that was long enough to discern the detailed contours of its underside. It was so loud and so fast, there wasn't time to be startled.

Group photo in our Wilderness Scotland bike jerseys in front of Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Forget the red carpet, give me a fighter jet flyby any day.

Picnic spread of bread, cheese, quiche, salad, and more, at Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Our picnic spread was a special treat today, sourced during yesterday's visit to the Loch Arthur Creamery and Farm Shop—topped off with strawberries and cream!

View of pink sandstone Drumlanrig Castle, at an angle from the gardens, Scotland
While we were there, the Duke's flag went up—meaning, he was there.

Formal garden, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
We had hoped to tour the castle, but it was closed for a private event. The gardens were open; the women went exploring. The men napped.

Path through flowering rhododendrons and trees, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
There were formal gardens, as well as woodlands, and glorious rhododendrons in full bloom.

Three women on the group swing, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
There was a playground area, where we got into some mischief.

Blooming thistle, Drumlanrig Castle garden, Scotland
And of course, thistle. What trip to Scotland could be complete without a nod to the thistle?

The long drive leading up to the castle is flanked by trees along its entire length.

View of circular lawn and the entrance drive to Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Wait a minute ... the castle was closed, how could I capture this view?

It turned out the Duke had noticed us frolicking about the grounds and was curious. Staff members ushered us through the gate to pose on the grand staircase. We were interviewed, and might even be featured in one of his newsletters.

Seven smiling cyclists and two guides on the front steps of Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Before reaching the castle, we had visited another historic site today—the blacksmith shop once owned by the family of Kirkpatrick Macmillan, who may (or may not have) created the first pedal-driven bicycle around 1839. Apart from a plaque and an explanatory poster, there was little to see there; the building is privately owned.

Replica of Kirkpatrick Macmillan's bicycle design, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
Our good fortune continued when the Duke's staff generously unlocked the visitor center so we could see their replica of the machine. The pedals are connected to rods that, when pushed, cause the rear wheel to turn.

Horse's head carving at the front of the frame, replica of Kirkpatrick Macmillan's bicycle, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
I was charmed by the horse's head at the front; earlier machines were apparently known as “hobby horses” (though they bear little resemblance to the toys that more commonly share that name).

On the last ride of our Five Countries Tour, we covered some 34 miles and climbed 1,745 feet. Our guide warned us to expect a hillclimb; when we reached the top, another rider blurted out “You call that a hill?!” (just as I was about to utter the same words). After humoring us through so many trepidatious days, our guides laughed at our disdain.

Trailer loaded with all the bikes, Drumlanrig Castle, Scotland
The picnic gear was stowed, the bikes loaded up for the last time.

At dinner, our guides surprised us with a slide show featuring memorable moments shared over the past 11 days. The following story was told: “Every evening I'd clean the bikes, scouring brake pad residue from the rims. Except ... Pat's bike. Her rims always looked like I'd already cleaned them, and her brake pads were hardly worn.” (Ah, well ...)

Despite my wretched condition, I managed to bike more than 387 miles, over hills and dales, climbing more than 23,000 feet.

Overview map with all cycling segments plotted, Wilderness Scotland Five Countries Tour, May 2017
Pedal on
Pedal on, pedal on, pedal on for miles
Pedal on

May 24, 2017

Mabie Forest

My first job was in a bookstore: as a voracious reader, they saw me so often they offered to hire me. Here we were, in “Scotland's National Book Town” (Wigtown); how could we leave without visiting any of the shops?

Front of The Book Shop, Wigtown, Scotland
The catch was that today's route would be our longest (100 km); normally we'd be rolling by 9:00 a.m., but the shops wouldn't open before that. Our guides heard our pleas: we rode into town, agreeing to rendezvous to begin our journey at 10:00 a.m.

Some years ago, I admitted that the best treatment for my book-buying habit was not to buy more bookcases. The contemporary approach is electronic, and having once run out of reading material while visiting a small town, many years ago, I appreciate the merits of the e-book. The Book Shop was well-stocked with both books and attitude.

Destroyed Kindle mounted on a plaque. Brass plate reads: Amazon Kindle, Shot by Shaun Bythell, 22nd August 2014, Near Newton Stewart
On this trip, I had brought along a paperback novel with every intention of leaving it for someone else to enjoy. I was delighted to choose another title from a hotel's community shelf, in trade. (Iris Murdoch. Why not? I haven't read any Iris Murdoch.)

It was cloudy and cool, and thankfully—dry. Despite the distance ahead of us, I was relaxed. Finally, I could feel that my fitness was ramping up. Too bad I wasn't in this shape before the trip started ...

View looking away from the ravine at Glen of the Bar, near Talnotry, Scotland
We stopped at a vista point overlooking a steep ravine at the Glen of the Bar. I was surprised to see a lot of logging, even on the steep hillsides; but evidently the trees had been planted—not native—and are dying. On this next-to-last day of riding, I finally remembered to keep my water bottle at hand, so it wouldn't get topped off prematurely (diluting my electrolyte mix).

View of  Clatteringshaws Loch with distant mountains, Clatteringshaws, Scotland
We passed a few lakes today, and stopped for lunch at the Clatteringshaws Loch visitor center. The roadway was rough, in preparation for resurfacing. Our timing was either well-planned (or lucky), because the road would be closed to all traffic for two days—starting tomorrow. (Yikes.)

Rocky outcropping and fields, Galloway Forest Park, Scotland
As we cycled quietly through the woodlands of Galloway Forest Park, we saw cautionary signs about the red squirrel (but no actual squirrels). Some of us spotted a couple of wild goats, and were excited to sight several red kites in flight, above us.

Gas pipeline being laid through fields, Galloway, Scotland
We were managing to keep up a good pace today, with a hope of making a late-afternoon stop at a farm shop (despite our late start this morning). We passed through an area where a new gas pipeline (linking Ireland and Scotland) is being dug into the fields. We often found ourselves on one-lane rural roads, crossing paths with giant tractors. I must say that, throughout this trip, I've shared the road with polite and patient drivers. Not one toot of a horn. Not one microaggressive acceleration.

On the bike path near Newton Stewart, Scotland
We traveled a stretch of EuroVelo 1. The routes programmed into our Garmins kept us on course, though (amusingly) sometimes provided guidance like this: “Continue to Road.” [Uh-huh.]

Bike route sign for EuroVelo 1 and National Route 73, near Newton Stewart, Scotland
We paused in Laurieston at a roadside memorial to the novelist S.R. Crockett. Really, you just never know what you'll find along the way; there's nothing like a bicycle to lead to such discoveries. Curiously, the accompanying placard included an illustration of a man pedaling a large trike, with a child in front (the author, and his daughter)—evidently from his book Sweetheart Travellers.

Illustration from the book Sweetheart Travellers, by S.R. Crockett, 1895.
Conversation over dinner one night had turned to “How many bike jerseys do you have?” [Uh oh ... I don't want to answer that.] Before I fell asleep, I worked up a tally. [Um, quite a few .. and now one more.] We all had a new Wilderness Scotland jersey, but some riders were keen to add more local color to their collection, so we visited  a bike shop in Castle Douglas.

There were two things I enjoyed about our brief visit to the town. First was an electronic sign that flashed their speed at drivers exceeding the limit—but lit up with a bright green smiley face as I approached. Second was this sign in the bike shop's window, which sums things up quite nicely:

Handwritten sign in bike shop window, "You can't buy happiness but you can buy a bike and that's pretty close", Castle Douglas, Scotland
I was intrigued by another sign, promoting a specialized financing program for purchasing bicycles and related gear: Ride It Away. If money is an obstacle, you might take out a loan to buy a car; why not a bike?

Water traveling through stream-side sculpture, Loch Arthur Creamery and Farm Shop, Beeswing, Scotland
We rolled into the parking lot at the Loch Arthur Creamery and Farm Shop with ample time to relax on their patio with our cakes and cookies and pots of tea, content to know that we were a short distance (a little over seven miles) from finishing our ride.

Stained glass window depicting a woman in medieval dress on a white horse, Mabie House, Mabie Forest, Scotland
The day ended with one final climb to our hotel, and much excitement for those in the group who had just completed their first-ever 100 km ride. For me, this was the longest ride of the year to date: 100 km (62.4 miles), with a modest 2,505 feet of climbing.

Blue sky and rolling green hills, Galloway region, Scotland
If this adventure has a theme song, it was part of Sunday's road-trip playlist: The Acoustic Motorbike (Luka Bloom):
I never thought I could have come this far
Through miles of mountains, valleys, streams
This is the right stuff filling my dreams
Trees and blooming gorse on the front lawn, Mabie House, Mabie Forest, Scotland
Exactly.