I've sung the praises of the Crack'd T-Pot in Perth on here before. It's our traditional first cake stop on the ride up to Aberdeen and we're always warmly welcomed by the owner. We've been trying to talk her into to doing the East Fife Triathlon - just a few more years and we'll have her convinced I'm sure. We failed to make the trip last year, but the Forfar Multi-terrain Half Marathon provided the perfect excuse to pay an early visit this year.
The weather forecasts for the past few weeks have been increasingly doom-laden with dire predictions of snowmageddon that has never materialized. As Saturday approached it looked like the wind would be our enemy with the prevailing south-westerly being replaced by a bracing northerly. With Berit nursing a cold and the wind set against us, it would have been easy to wimp out and head for the station - or worse, the van - but we sharpened our resolve and got going more or less on schedule at 8am.
|The trees are bare now|
After the bridge it's through Inverkeithing and up a steady climb to Crossgates. This road always feels like the proper start of any trip north and I usually drop Berit and wait for her at the top. Today the wind kept me pegged back and she was able to tuck in and keep on me all the way up. It was the same story all the way through Fife and into Perth and Kinross. North of Milnathort I decided to drop back for a rest from pushing the wind, but it wasn't enough. I could feel the bonk coming on. The thought of the Crack'd T-Pot sustained me and for a while I thought I could last till then but common sense prevailed and I called a halt at Glenfarg. We dug out our sandwiches and half a filled rolled was enough to perk me up again and I was soon pushing the wind again heading for our well earned panini in Perth.
|Posh desserts in Duo|
Out of Perth and this time I did drop Berit on the climb through Scone. I always do. The first time we did this I didn't notice for ages until I went to say something to her and she wasn't there. She wasn't too happy when she eventually caught up. Lunch always seems to speed me up and slow Berit down. Combine that with a long steady climb and you've got a recipe for one of the few arguments we've had when riding together. Not this time though, practically trackstanding at times I managed to keep her in my mirror until she'd digested her lunch and the road had levelled off. From here it was a succession of straight, flat back roads all the way to Forfar. We did the race the next day and then rode to Arbroath to get the train home on the Monday.
|As close to Dundee as we want to get|
Total time: 6:56 ( including ~45 minute lunch stop)
Public Transport: 2:57:00
Me failing to break 90 minutes in the race: https://www.flickr.com/photos/22960608@N06/15809283503/in/set-72157650600744662