Best wishes from Mrs eck and me to everyone riding, especially our chums in the Peltalon Écossais.
Cheers Eck. I will leave the peltalong thing to those youngsters (and bodach), I shall be in the Autobus Écossais.
Leg 1 of my journey (Edinburgh - London) got under way at 5.40am this morning with emotional scenes (*) at Waverley Station as The Flying Scotsman pulled out of town.
V. helpful staff on East Coast who had no problems with me locking the bike in the guards van, though a wee bit of faffage on the tube to get all my clobber moved, esp at Old St which has no lifts. Typical Scot, rather kill himself by lugging bike on the tube rather than get a taxi.
Mrs G pointed out to me last night that my luggage, a boxed bike and a large holdall, appeared to contain enough stuff to fill about 20 saddle bags. The (not so) underlying suggestion was that approximately 95% of the contents of my holdall will be surplus to requirements.
Of course she's right, but I took the lot!!
(*) ok, three jarvie plant workmen and two boozy revellers making their way home on the first train after a night at the Fringe.
I will not be tweeting during the event.
