For the first time in eleven years, I’ve just spent an entire week without the internet. Holy nerdypants, Batman! Gareth and I decided to take our sham marriage to the X-TREME and hole up in a log cabin for a week at Strathyre, without internet or digital television to distract us from the empty charade of our lives.
Mwahaha. It was bloody brilliant. Self-catering rules! The cabins are at the foot of Ben Ledi which is in the Loch Lomond & Trossachs National Park, to which people in Scotland will say "duh" and the rest of the world will say "que?", so I don’t know why I bombard you with all the details.
Anyway, our digs were approximately twice the size of our flat and looked like this:
And here is a nice view of Ben Ledi from the window. "Ben" is Scotch for "Mountain". Hehe 😛 Now everybody marvel at how my bike Valentino and Gareth’s (unnamed) bike sit nicely OUTSIDE and not in the bloody hallway for us to trip over 27 times a day. That was possibly the highlight of the week for me.
The above was one of the rare moments you could actually see Ben Ledi. Being Scotland and all it was obscured by rain and fog 95% of the time. But the good thing about the rain is eventually the sun comes out and everything is calm and still for lovely reflective moments like this:
So what did we do all week? Lots of walking, lots of writing, lots of eating. Gareth climbed some hills and we went on some bike rides.
There were moments when I just wanted to bloody cry from the sheer joy of being alive. Until now I’ve only been on the boring cycle path near our flat, but this time there were lochs and birds and tadpoles and waterfalls and twisty paths and mountains. And a big fat slug I accidentally ran over. Sorry mate!
I know I have been harping on this point for years but it never ceases to floor me, how amazing it is to move your body. When I started exercising it was purely to lose weight, punishment for being a big fat useless freak. But now the loathing is finally gone, being active is a way of life and not a chore.
I am still rubbish at hills, in both directions. At one point I was huffing my way uphill when Gareth shouted for me to check out some fantastic rock formation. I thought rather cockily, "I can totally pedal up and look at something way over there at the same time." Alas, no. I ran off the road and fell into a ditch and very nearly rolled down into the loch.
Now I read all the time about you crazy bloggers riding your bicycles all over town so I am kinda embarrassed to write this… but yesterday I took Valentino for my first solo ride. I’ve had him almost a year now but I’ve only went for a ride when Gareth suggested it, and only when he came too coz I was scared of the bike spontaneously falling apart.
But yesterday Gareth had set off early to climb a big hill and instead of going back to sleep, I was surprised to find I was really craving a bike ride. Maybe I’m finally getting Two Wheeled FEVER!
I worried my way through about 25 scenarios in which the tyres exploded, blood flowed, limbs maimed, etc etc… but somehow I got out there on the bike at 8.30 on a Sunday morning. I was so surprised I stopped and put my camera on a fence post and took a picture to commemorate the moment. And here it is rather small, because despite all the Great Leaps Forward in self-esteem I still retain some thigh paranoia, and cycling tights certainly don’t do me any favours.
And here I am on the way back to our cave. You can see why I refuse to get out of bed for less than 10 pence a day. I’m squinty, pasty and still half-asleep… but full of joie de vivre, I tells ya. And amazement that I put my helmet on the right way.
That’ll do for now coz I have many blogs and emails to catch up. Looks like it’s been a busy week for everyone, lots of ups and downs amongst us. Hope you’re all well and hanging in there. I missed my daily fix of reading about your lives. Long live the geek 🙂