I can see the bothy from here. It’s tantalisingly close. In fact I’ve been able to see the bothy for quite a while. Seeing it is not the problem, getting to it is. This is my second attempt to mountain bike into a bothy, I failed last time. It was all a bit embarrassing really, I went the wrong way, had to carry the bike and when finally, I managed to ride it, I fell off and was laughed at by dogs.
This time I am going to make it, even if it kills me as, I am beginning to believe, it certainly will. The first eight miles or so were fine. I actually managed to ride the bike most of the way into Glen Beag to get to the little bothy deep in the Highland glen. All was good until the Land Rover track I was riding ran into a bog. They say you should try everything once. Let me save you the trouble of trying this experience, just take my word for it, pushing a heavily laden mountain bike through a peat bog is absolutely no fun at all. It’s like trying to heave my grandmother sat on a settee, eating chips, across the Himalayas. (She was big woman, my grandmother) In fact if I had managed to enter purgatory without having had this experience I wouldn’t have been too upset at all.
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