It has been some time since the Dark Knight Riders assembled to clamber ip the mighty Col du Clesih.
But tonight was the start of a new beginning.
Miner's Daughter, wee Yin and Bigman (me) headed for the hills to see the sun rest for another day.
The colours looking over Perthshire were spectacular. Bright green fields. Bright blue sky acting as a backdrop to fluffy clouds dancing across the sky, all the while, not a breath of wind at ground level.
A few fellow cyclists were out on teh the road panting as they passed in search of teh elusive Posse Ecosse. They seek them here, they seek them there ............. and still no-one hs unmasked the cycling crusaders. I think that is enough!
I decided to toast the legs by descending the North FAce and returning by the same route. The Trek 1200 breezed up like a Dawes on steroids.
A great night and a cumulative 93km added to the circumvention
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