We filled our water bottles at the spring in Roberton.
A wee rest before the long climb out of Howpasley.
We had to lift the bikes over a couple of gates, but this is not a problem now that we are travelling much more lightweight.
The track through Craik forest is a pleasure to ride.
Clear-cutting devastation. Joe said it looked like the zombie apocolypse had just happened.
I made a daft call and attempted a short-cut....
The heather was so deep you could park your bike in it.
That's another fine mess you have got me into Mum..... not one of my better ideas... I had to promise that we wouldn't try this again....
Tickets please.....
Arrived at the bothy as the sun was going down. One other cyclist there already, a very nice young teacher from Hawick.
The rhubarb patch. Bring custard and sugar if you come! Our bothy companion made a fine rhubarb porrige concoction for pudding.
The bothy had a treasure trove of high-calorie snacks, including this unopened tin of shortbread, presumably left over from the working party at the weekend.
Story time by the fire in our room.
The very new-looking stove in the main room. The bothy has three sleeping rooms (including the living room) so you are pretty-much guaranteed a room to yourself to sleep in.
A glorious day dawned and what a fabulous place wake up.
It's a beautiful spot.
It's a wee gem
Cracking weather for the ride home
Crossing the ford on the way to Eskdalemuir
Riding into Samye Ling Bhuddist centre
Stunning golden statues abound.
We hit the tea room, then went on to the temple
Inside the temple
The long climb out of Eskdalemuir. Stunning views.... and others not so much.... just after taking this pic I turned around to see an old woman doing her gardening topless. When she saw us she squeaked and ran indoors. :D
Following the Romans and Reivers route, often along the Roman road that runs through these parts.
Stunning ride through empty country in gorgeous weather. Happy place.
Nearly at the highest point on the return journey.
At the Roman signal station on Craik Cross Hill. All downhill from here.
Long swooping descent into Craik.
Pentangle guitarist John Renbourn's old house. I bought the flat we now live in from his estate after he died. https://www.theguardian.com/music/2015/ ... preciation
Filling the water bottles again at the last spring before Hawick. Home in time for fish and chips and a hot bath. Knackered in a good way. :)
