Lost in the hills.

I've not put much on my blog recently. I've been out on a few cycles at night with Extreme and Sweeney but I wouldn't want to piss about trying to take photos in the freezing cold. When I say cold, its not cold enough to freeze the trails, which are fucking horrible swamps, but you'll freeze your balls off if you stop cycling for too long. I wish it would make its mind up and get colder, or just warm up a bit.

Cycling home at 3 in the morning.

I've still been cycling to work, its much easier than I thought it would be. Faithir got me a waterproof and windproof jacket which makes a massive difference in the cold, as does my merino wool base layer. Its not been off my back since I got it at Christmas!

Anyways, yesterday I got my finger out my arse and headed for the Lammermuir hills. I figured that the trails up there would be relatively mud free. The cycle up was a bit of a fucking slog. I headed for Stobshiel on the road. Now many people will disagree with me here, but cycling on the road is dull as shit. I don't mind it so much when I'm commuting, but when I'm on my day off its shite. I eventually got to Stobshiel and followed the track up into the hills, after a wee while I realised that the track was going a bit futher into the hills that I wanted to go, so I cut across a field, jumped a wee burn and started crossing the moors, sometimes cycling, sometimes pushing. It was a bit squelchy but the tracks and the snow were a nice change to the mud and shite. It was an ace day, I took a few photos and watched the buzzards flying about and the hares running around. Great fun, the sun was high and I had loads of time left to explore.

My plan was to head across the hills and join the trail to Lammerlaw but after a while the sun got pretty low and I didn't have a fucking scooby where I was. The thing about the Lammermuirs is you can see most of East Lothian. I could see a quarry that rung a bell and after a while I popped out at West Lach, exactly the same place as I came out last time when I was up on the C90! My sense of direction may be shite, but its consistent. I got home just as it was getting dark, I was well fucked. As always I had the Gopro with me, I forgot my helmet cam mount, so no Giant Floaty Heid Cam this time. The chest mount is a bit Blair Witch, bouncing about a fair bit but I think I've got that sorted for next time by fiddling about with the straps.