The noise levels on the main road are so loud on the bike and it is with some relief that you travel through such wonderful scenery. Between the two main towns on my route I stopped for my lunch at a craft centre and cafe. Quite the most miserable people I have met in Scotland. The place was nearly empty and that was no surprise. However Pitlochry was. A pleasant highland town but on such bright a sunny day it was full of visitors including myself. If only you could get rid of the tourists. I stopped for refreshments and for the first time bought some postcards. I do not seem to have had the time before now. It was early afternoon and I only had a few more miles to Blair Atholl. I eventually pushed the bike into this large village, small town just before 16.00 One or two B&B but I peddled on a little way till I caught sight of the Atholl Arms Hotel just past the entrance to Blair Castle, not the home of Tony! I had covered 57 miles. Total mileage to date is 766 Average 63.8 miles. I feel I will not get back up into the seventies again on this trip. The end is coming into sight. Many a slip......
As it turned out when I eventually presented myself for dinner the old major had also taken his seat. Basil was rushed off his feet looking after us both. I was not wearing shoes as the trainers I, my only footwearfor the ride, are starting to smell a little and I did not wish to spoil in anyway the anticipated ambience of the boranial hall. Basil enquired " Will you be alright there in your sockies?" Somehow I picked up that he did not approve. I enjoyed the slected starter, smoked haddock compot. For the main course I had opted for the pork. I now wish I had gone again for the sea bass. It simply proved impossible to cut the meat with the cutlery provided. Even if you had managed to cut the meat into a bite size chunk then the effort to chew it would have been too much. You will be pleased to know that I did not send it back or look for an alternative. I did not wish to offend the chef but then nor did I wish to be on the receiving end of any revenge. I exchanged a few pleasantries with the major and then retreated to the hotel lobby, also deserted, to make a few calls and pick up the wifi. The receptionist informed me they had no plans to put wifi in the rooms. Now that is a forward looking policy. I did tell her that I thought they would have to review that decision. Must look this place up on Trip Advisor. Back to my room for bed and much needed sleep. Being so much further north it is possible to appreciate how late it stays light. It did not keep me awake.
Note to self. Pack slippers for next trip!! Sounds like old style service. Should have saved the pork for tyre repair. Next place you are staying at; if it is offering duck à l'orange, move on! Beautiful pictures. Lovely scenery. Keep up the good work.
ReplyDeletePress on regardless! We are still behind you! B&M
ReplyDeleteWell done Sean your doing great. We are all thinking of your back here and we have been watching your progress. Lets hope you find a better food establishment. Not long now keep up the great work.
ReplyDeleteEnough of a clue to me that the place name had a Blair to it! Most things with that name spell disaster in my opinion!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, probably good not to send back the pork, could have been a Rigden 'type' in the kitchen! Glad you had a good ride before the hostelry though. Weather looks good for you.
Cheers Matey.
What a beautiful woodland view.
ReplyDeleteWould concur with the reasons for you keeping the pork - Mr. B might have been brave enough. No shoes - how Bohemian!!