A pretty gloomy start but at least it wasn’t actually raining. It was humid too, so at least I was determined to leave off the waterproof. Karon seems to tolerate working under waterproofs a lot better than me and can ride with one on most of the time, just putting the hood up under her crash helmet if things get really damp.
We left Kinross riding up the main street and into the adjacent community of Milnathort where, pulling over to check where exactly we needed to turn off, we were chatted to by a lady who had overtaken us just a little earlier. She was running a church community shop and was really taken with the bike. When she found out we were Lejoggers she asked us to sign the visitors book.
We pressed on, leaving the busy main road and, crossing the M90, climbed away between fields of crops. The lane never strayed far from the motorway or main road and as we rejoined the road for a short stint, finding it a lot quieter now, we decided to stay on it into Perth rather than ride more hills. This proved a good choice as the main road went down through Glen Farg, a long winding descent following the river between steep sided hills. We were spat out the other end onto a wonderfully flat flood plain that the road ran across, straight to The Bridge of Earn. By now we’d ridden far enough to earn our cake so cruised the main street to find a cafe. We found a bar/restaurant that served carrot cake as a dessert, so tea and carrot cake was the order of the day. Back on the bike we followed the main road right into Perth. Having made good progress we decided we had time to wander the shops and stop for a coffee and more sustenance. For a while it was even SUNNY!
From Perth we followed a cycle path alongside the River Tay for quite a while. When the threatening clouds opened again we sheltered under a tree for 10 minutes rather than get togged up. At Almondbank we left the cycle path and headed out across the low hills for the last few miles into Bankfoot.
The Bankfoot Inn was easy to find and welcoming. The landlord let me park the Beast in the beer cellar out the back and helped lump our bags to our room over the bar. Showered, changed and with a brief spell of Andy Murray v Ferrer, we went down to the bar to enjoy the food, beer and company of a family from Georgia, US. Good day despite the rain and another 30 miles closer to our goal.