Day 6 - Scotland, we'll miss you, your IronBru and Penis Sculpted Trees.

Having spent the night wild camping in some national park outside of Glasgow, we had both been quite anxious about someone finding us and telling us off. Becky more so than me, as she had a bad dream about a man standing outside of her tent with a bowler hat on. Apparently, these gentlemen standing outside of her tent were going to shoot her! She woke herself up saying hello to these strange figures. 

I, on the other hand, was rudely woken up by my alarm. Apparently, I was snoring last night and Becky had to shout me to make me stop. I personally believe she must have been dreaming again.

So, up at 0500. Put our now, DRY tents down and packed everything onto our trusty steeds. We were rolling down the country path for the sunrise and caught all the little rabbits and cows waking up as we left tbs national park.
Near enough straight away we were on the old Glasgow - Carlile highway and making some progress.

By 7:30 am we were in need of some snacks, and coffee! And also to let mother nature do her thing! 💩
We found a 24 supermarket/fuel station and went about our business.

We cracked on down the road picking up the pace toward Carlile, as we picked up the pace so did the wind! Our route had developed a tough headwind that didn't really help on the climbs, but on the descents, it meant we had to peddle downhill too.

While stopping to take in the scenery and have a rest from the wind, Becky spotted the most amazing thing of the whole day! A HUGE group of trees that happened to form a penis doodle!! Hands down, the best sight of the day!!!

As we carried on making great progress we finally found somewhere to get food. It was an amazing find as it was a services we has stopped of at earlier in the year. Privately owned one and had THE best food for very reasonable prices. I got a 8 item breakfast that was mostly beans and eggs... Thinking about it, I have that most mornings. Maybe that explains the "headwind" trouble we've been having...

After breakfast we were out to keep pushing the ride as fast and as far as we could go. The actual wind has other plans for us. Our average pace dropped to 8mph and we has more hills that in the Teletubbies title sequence. Just missing a giant floating kids grid in the sky.

Not a lot else happened in the middle of the day, other than a couple of hills, me having a silent strop and laying on the ground for 10 mins. Oh, and we also share a first-ever experience together. Lunch in a truckers cafe. It felt like it was ran by jippos or an inbred family...

Eventually, we got the the WELCOME TO ENGLAND sign!! Hurrah for a whole few seconds till we had to cycle on the road and 2 cars in the space of 3 minutes from crossing the border nearly clipped my handlebars... The English really do hate cyclists.

10 miles later we were in Carlisle. I hate cities, I have never really liked them, I just find it hard to find a reason why people would want to live on top of each other and do the same things day in, day out? I can't wait to get out of here tomorrow and get ourselves submerged into the Lake District. But for now, Becky and I will indulge on our treat, post-Scotland hotel nights stay. Complete with steam room and jacuzzi.

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