Sleetbeck to Langholm

With a short ride today at least we had the luxury of waiting for a while to see if the rain would relent. It did and we loaded up the bike, donned waterproofs for the umpteenth time, hugged and said our goodbyes to my sister and brother-in-law then pushed off.

Goodbye Cumbria, Hello Scotland.

Goodbye Cumbria, Hello Scotland.

Sleetbeck is way out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by moorland and forests. There aren’t too many big hills as you’re already up quite high. Nevertheless, we had a climb first to warm us up inside our waterproofs. After about 20 minutes I looked at the sky and decided it was going to stay dry for a while so rolled up my jacket and stowed it on the back of the bike. Karon wasn’t so confident. After reaching the high point, we were rewarded with a lovely long descent of a few miles. A little further on we crossed the Lidder Water, a river along which the Scottish border runs. We had another climb away from the river, the first part of which had us pushing the bike. Up top, another long downhill to enjoy and then a few more ups and downs as we moved from moorland to forest. All the time the rain held off, though the low grey clouds threatened. We even saw our shadow a few times!

On our way to Langholm.

On our way to Langholm.

As we entered Langholm it started to rain so we stopped to put jackets on again, though it didn’t really get going. We cycled right past our hotel while dodging one of the many timber lorries that lumber (sorry) through the small town. The some Spanish tourists took an interest in the bike and chatted and took photos.

We’re now lunched at relaxing. We only rode 14 miles today but in contrast to yesterday, I feel I could ride a similar distance this afternoon or maybe more. The only problem is that the next place to stay is 30 miles from Langholm and quite remote with some heavy terrain too. Probably not manageable for Karon after this morning’s efforts.