The Grand Tour: Fife and Beyond

Ramblings of an inveterate cyclist

The weather has not been great all week so the mileage was sparse, last weekend I had said I was going somewhere special when disaster struck, some drunken student on their way home had smashed a beer bottle on the pavement and onto the road, costing me my day of cycling, along with the cost of a new tyre and tube. I was not angry, for I remember, I myself was young once and just as daft.

I set out around 7.20 am for Denhead climbing up past Drumcarrow Craig, the road was closed for repair but of course, I could get through on my bike. From here I dropped all the way down to Kilconquhar and all the way up onto Kincraig Hill, leaving my bike against the fence at the communication tower I headed off for the start of the Chain walk.

It has been a battle against strong winds all the way, so it was shaky legs that took me down the rough path where I met four dogs and two owners coming up towards me, the first sign of life I had seen since leaving the house.

I dropped down the steep well-worn path to the start of the Chainwalk,

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From here is can only be described as a scramble, but not for anyone under 7 or over 70 years of age, I wanted no accolade other than a super safe transition of the Chain walk.

Looking down into the gully at the start.
Over the top, and down the other side.

I was well aware that I was on my own and with the tide on the turn, so no risks could be taken, when the going looked a bit precarious I simply sat down on my bum and slid down rather than try to balance my way down where no chains were to be had. Crossing the loose rocks between climbs I found most difficult, for I was being super careful, not to fall.

You can’t be serious.
Looking up at the old watch bunker, not much comfort there.
Rock formation much like that of the Giant Causeway in Norther Ireland, here they are known as the Organ Pipes.
More of the same.
This was a tricky part for you had to leap from the end of the chain over to the rock you see in front of it – Scary Man.
What the cobbler throw at his wife – the last.

But soon it was all over and all that remained was the climb back up to the top of the hill and my bike, with its pannier, loaded with goodies, dumpling, cheese sandwiches and a packet of crisps, and of course a full bottle of water.

Having walked along the sea shore and climbed back up onto the ridge you can see the guyed tower at the tric point.
What remains of the battery
One of the two gun placements, enhanced by the local spray can artists.

I dropped over the back of the hill, and out of the wind, before starting on my picnic,

If they could see me now,

That little gang of mine,

I’m eating fancy chow and drinking fancy wine,

I’d like those stumble bums to see for a fact,

The kind of top drawer, first-rate chums I attract,

All I can say is ‘Wow’ look at where I am,

Tonight I landed, pow! Right in a pot of jam,

What a setup! Holy Cow!

They’d never believe it,

If my friends could see me now (from Sweet Charity)

The homeward journey was a breeze – a 28 mph breeze on my back. I was fair flying along at 40 kph into freezing cold air. What a joy to step into a hot shower and then tucked into a pot of tea.

Days don’t come much better.

Keep safe.     

One thought on “And for my next trick, which is also impossible.

  1. idlecyclist says:

    Sounds great. What is the history behind it?

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