When my daughter was younger, every day out or holiday was ‘the best ever’. There was no direct comparison; it was simply that she took such pleasure out of these experiences that of course the most recent was the best.
And so to Day 12, the final leg of what has been an amazing experience and one that I’ve enjoyed a great deal more than I was expecting to. But first the small matter of the lack of a fairly critical part of the bike, namely the saddle.
WIth Sue flying to Inverness the next morning, I set about instructing my son in the business of removing seatposts from every bike which had a seatpost which may fit. I would then ride as far as I could without a saddle and meet Sue in the hire car somewhere along the route, fix the problem and finish the ride. Easy!
The shed where I had stored my bike at The Altnahara Hotel had, amongst other things, stacks of carpet off-cuts, which after a shocking nights sleep, I set about trying to fashion into a saddle.
The first attempt was a simple roll wrapped round the top tube but without gaffer tape, an improved version would have to wait until I found a shop. I rode the 22 miles to Bettyhill by either standing up or freewheeeling down the hills sat on my roll of carpet. Then, with heavy duty tape and a message from a friend about using a water bottle stuffed with clothes, I made version two.
This was a big improvement and I ploughed on clutching a business card for a bike shop given to me by the shopkeeper in Bettyhill. Pedal Power was in a tiny hamlet about 8 miles up the road. The owner wasn’t there but a builder working on his kitchen phoned him and he agreed to come home. After much scrabbling round in boxes of parts he found a seatpost, fitted it and I called Sue and informed her of the change of plan. “See you in John O’Groats.”
For so many reasons this was the best day. The sun shone. Mighty winds blew me in the right direction. The scenery, particularly heading North towards the sea, was my favourite so far. I would see Sue for the first time in 10 days. And I would complete my goal, on the bike I set out on and not one adorned with black tape and beige carpet.
The best day ever!
75 miles today and a grand total of 1050.