Day 8

Saturdays mornings are made for lie-ins, and that's what we enjoyed chez Mikey and Lucy in Edinburgh. The night before Lucy knocked up a wonderful lasagne and Mikey showed his hosting skills, by serving it up, mostly into my lap. We washed it all down with a few glasses of wine and a wee dram before bed. Dr James' sister Heather came over for dinner too, and supplied us with large quantities of millionaire's shortbread for the next leg.

Dr James enjoyed solitary confinement in the loft that night and all slept well. Saturday morning involved a pillow fight, blow football and a bundle with Henry and Eddie, and then Mikey laid on a parcel packing challenge for us - generously use the time off our bikes wrapping up a pushchair. A trip to town for some provisions and coffee then left us rushing to meet our 1pm departure deadline, but we managed another bacon sandiwch first.

We said a fond farewell to Lucy and the kids. Mikey, who was joining us for the day, and night, then led us through the estates and industrial parks of Edinburgh, to the airport. I finally took over navigation, and promptly ended up in Cowdenbeath, not nice. Eventually we settled in to having a new team member and Mikey gladly paced is up the hills, perhaps a little too fast. But we cracked on well and before too long found ourselves in Blairgowrie with 75 miles under our belts.

Finding a campsite was the most stressful part of the trip so far, I'll skip that bit. We then had a 3 course meal, including a pudding assiette each - a choice of 4 deserts on a plate! So all in all a great day with good friends of both Jameses, and not a bad mileage too. For the record, 75 miles at a handy 14mph - that tail
wind keeps favouring us.
Love and two strips of whole nut dairy milk every ten miles or so, J