Friday 25 August 2017 Strathyre Scotland
August 25, 2017 Leave a comment
25 August 2017
Munro Inn, Strathyre, Scotland
68.6 km, 14kph, +912m
1015 – 1700
Sustrans route all day except for a minor shortcut around Callander.
I took a moment to chit chat to one of the famous guests at the hotel door, letting him know he has plenty of Canadian fans.
We started out through Balloch Castle park, climbing up and out of the town, with views back down to Loch Lomond, down country roads, in the morning mist.
As we went over Endrick Water, I saw something in the corner of my eye, and thought of the closing of the Lord of the Rings, where Frodo is lost in conversation with Gandalf. Sometimes if you look carefully you might see them in the corner of the field. Crossing the bridge, the sign said “The Shire”. A few moments later, “Watch for Hobbits.” I knew I was in the right place.
Down through the park-serving town of Drymen, then up our first 200m hill, quite pretty, narrow route, with walkers and little traffic. Not too hard to climb when you have the road to yourself. Soup at Aberfoyle, and then on to our second big climb, up 300m on the track through the park.
It was stunning – starting with the childrens activities at the start, then a massive ropes and climbing course in the trees. The woods were ringing with the sounds of people enjoying the forest, the challenge and the day. The Brits know how to use their parks – I was very impressed.
Then way up into the spectacular heathered hills and forest, perfect with flowers, moss, heather, and not much debris, which is fuelling the fires in BC this season. Water everywhere – little creeks pouring down the mountain, major waterfall, and light rain. We climbed up and over the forest road, no sign of other cyclists, and a few walkers. At Loch Drunkie, the oaks leaned over the water, campers camped and we cycled.
Then down the rough path along Loch Venachar, not very easy and we were relieved when it turned into pavement about half way along. At the point, by the way, there is an arboretum, planted a century ago, with massive trees from around the world.
We took the paved path along Loch Lubnaig, very pretty until the mist turned to driving rain, the path turned into a difficult track, and choosing between shelter and being utterly drenched, we finally arrived in the tiny town of Strathyre and the Munro Inn, from which we are not budging.