Monday 7 September 2009

My last leg(s)

Hi folks. Thank you for dropping by over the last couple of months and for the various comments and emails- it's been great to think of everyone pedaling alongside in spirit.

All up, including the Orkney's I covered 1508 miles in 45 days cycling which equates to a bit more than 1.2 million wheel revolutions!

So here's the last lot of pics and words, remember you just have to click to enlarge.

Viva la revolution!!!





World famous Loch Ness and after years of speculation and fuzzy photos I finally have unequivocial proof- the sun does shine in Scotland! No monster though- apart from the midges.

I camped near this spot and had a fresh dip in the morning.One of the greatest things about Scotland is what's know as the Land Reform Act (2003). Basically means there is no law of trespass and anyone has the right to be on any piece of land, including camping,as long as they are acting responsibly.

This has got to be one of the most progressive acts of legislation in the world.It seems it may have partly come as a delayed reaction to the Clearances of the 1800's. This was a tragic time in Scottish history when, to put it in simple terms, the land barons got together and kicked the peasants off the land so they could farm more sheep.


This injustice has never truly been forgotten and, a couple of centuries later, may be partly responsible for a wonderful law that affirms what is quite basic logic when we stop and think about it- no one can truly own and control the land.




Cold power shower anyone? Foyers Falls, just south of Inverness.



This is the smallest car ferry in Britain, it goes across the estuary between Cromarty to Nigg, NE of Inverness. Takes 2 cars max. I asked the guy if they ever had queues, "yes," he replied with wide eyes, "in summer there can be 5 or 6 cars waiting!" Hardly constitutes masses of people but with half an hour between crossings that's a fair wait if you're car number 6. Still, this is rural Scotland so what's the rush?





I was taking pics of the gorgeous purple heather that seems to cloak the mountains and moors of Scotland when this butterfly came and settled into the pic. Ironic because in the past I've spent hours chasing these things trying to get a good shot. Interesting lesson somewhere there...








30 miles north of Inverness and lofty highlands give way to lonely moorland and bog. The few trees are stumpy and bedraggled thanks to the regular Atlantic blastings and human settlement is even sparser. This was once the land of the Picts, a tough tribe who inhabited northern Scotland in the early centurys AD and then the Vikings who came from Scandanavia and called it Sutherland (the southern land).

Hard to describe it as a beautiful landscape but deeply intirguing all the same. Believe it or not, this is the main 'A' road that runs up the centre, it's single track with cattle grids and pot holes!

With all the boggy land, the midges up here are definitly in the premier league of voraciousness. Apparently they home in on the carbon dioxide as we exhale. Tried holding my breathe to avoid detection but have to report this method is fundamentally flawed. Oh well, we've all got to eat I suppose.





The penultimate day. This was the first sign for John O'groats that I'd seen. A strange thing happened at this stage as my legs surged afresh with energy and adrenaline, not wanting to stop I ended up riding to nightfall and covering 82 miles. The furthest I've done on the whole trip although I felt it the next morning.





Another posterity shot! Would it be unmanly to admit to a tear in my eye as I freewheeled the last 400metres to the ocean and the fulfillment of my long held ambition? Partly it was relief, partly satisfaction and partly deep gratitude for the places I've seen and the people I've met along the way.





End of the pilgrimage. The tourist sign is a bit tacky and afterwards I found a much better one by the harbour (see last week's post) but by that time there was no one around to hold the camera!





Although Lands End and John O'Groats are widely considered to be the 2 furthest points on the map of mainland Britain, Duncansby Head is actually a couple of miles further on from John O'G. So after the official finish I headed out there to the literal 'end of the road.' As I turned around from gazing out to sea, I was greeted by this beatiful silver light. No etheral singing from the heavens but seemed like a good sign all the same.







Orkney islands now. Most of the beaches at this time of year are full of seals giving birth- not a good idea to get too close. However, this beach on the south of the island was seal (and human) free so I had to get in for a swim. Funny to think it's the same latitude as Hudson Bay, Canada and less than a 1000 miles from the Artic circle- the gulf stream keeps it pretty warm of course. Apparently in the summer the sun only dips behind the horizon for an hour creating an eerie twilight. They call it the summer dim and play midnight tennis and bowls!




Brodgar stone circle, (C.2000 BC). My last and favourite stone circle of the whole trip. Camped my first night in the Orkneys up here. That's the moon rising.






Brodgar circle again. This was the dawn of my last day. I'd had this shot in mind the first time I was up here but the morning was too cloudy. So I came back for my last night and, even though it was still overcast on arrival, set my alarm early in the gamble that it would be clear the next morning. It was and I took my favourite shots of the whole trip.
Shortly after taking this pic a huge bank of cloud came in and by the time I was riding back to the ferry terminal less than an hour later it was pouring down!



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This next batch of photos is kind of similar to the out-takes that they used to show at the end of the Cannonball Run movies. They are images from the trip that I didn't manage to squeeze in before,but for various reasons, profound or otherwise, deserve an airing......



Good advice in today's world I reckon.'Stay true to yourself and don't believe everything governments, corporations and the media try to tell us' might be another way of putting it.

Bit more wordy and probably won't stop you getting chased by a ton of angry bovine but the same meaning on a certain level!


Spotted this fantastic mountain in the Lake District- you'll have to zoom in. Who named it and why? The mind boggles.







This is Dad, demonstrating his unusual dismounting technique. Unfortunately for him my instinct for a good photo overcame family loyalty on this occasion. What I didn't realise at the time is he's sitting in a ditch full of muddy water and brambles, sorry Dad!






I love this quote- please zoom in (you may need to scroll along too).
With awareness, we have a remarkable opportunity in this life to build and improve on the work of previous generations so that those who come after us may inherit greater things.

On a societal level this means trusting that our evolutionary potential is higher than where we currently find ourselves. I don't mean that to sound lofty, I'm just saying that our history is one of constant evolution and it's wrong to assume we are at it's peak.
Something I've sensed on this trip, as I've soaked in thousands of years of history, is that, despite all of today's problems, a gradual enlightenment is gathering momentum. It's slow compared to the speed with which we have advanced our weapons of war and techniques for exploiting resources and there are undoubtedly some people that simply don't care. However, my feeling is, as a human race, there is a tentative evolution beyond the violence, greed and fear that weigh us down- it's only a few hundred years ago that we were burning 'witches' and selling slaves and just a few decades since we thought it acceptable to segregate people on the colour of their skin or to beat a child.
Of course, whether that evolution can blossom in time I don't know.




This strongly relates to the above pic.What a great place name! Imagine telling people that you live in Hope! Truly is a wonderful word.


I've touched a number of times on the tendency to feel that the environmental and social injustices in our world are overwhelming but I say we've got to keep the hope- we have to keep living truthfully and speaking out for what we know is good, without that there is very little.


See you on the road sometime :)



























2 comments:

sam brightwell said...

Oh My God ~ those pictures of Brodgar are amazing. I espesh love the one with the fairly full moon in it. Wow.

Well done. How does it feel?
What did you learn? That you'd do it all again?

Will Newitt said...

Hi Sam, yes it was a magical moment with the moon rising. It feels great to have finished thanks, learnt so much I feel,not least that, despite the urban sprawl and bad weather, this is one the most beautiful and fascinating countries I know. Yep would definitly do it again, would love to walk it next time along the long distance footpaths!