With the wind ever increasing, and new weather warnings in place, we decided to head to the haven that is Kilmarnock, and re-access the situation there. Already leaning heavily towards the ‘fuck it, lets stop’ line of thought, this was cemented as we inadvertently found ourselves bouncing along a motorway somewhere between Irvine and Kilmarnock.
Last night represented the final night of our pre-booked accommodation, a blissful Air BnB stopover with, by chance, other bike-touring enthusiasts. A massive pasta dinner, followed by apple crumble, and wonderful tales of Helen & Ed's cycling adventures all over the world, all made for a sweet evening. One of their pearls of wisdom was simply going with the flow, and of knowing when to cut losses. The 'when' was 3pm. The 'where' was just outside Kilmarnock. Battling the perils of the wind, repairing flat tyres, and my niggling painful ankle, had seen us grow weary. So, as we received the news that we'd missed lunch, and the Fox Bar Restaurant & Hotel kitchen wasn't open till 5.30, we inquired about a room for the night with an air of contented resignation.
At the local pharmacy we purchased Deep Heat, and once the kitchen was open we ordered steak pie, and macaroni cheese. In the room we re-routed tomorrow's pedalling, and looked for accommodation in Gretna Green.
Km's completed: 58.8
Pedalling time: 2.59hrs
Average speed: 19.6km/h
Wind speeds: 40km/h