My car had sat in a car park in Oban for nearly 2 weeks.
I had bought my train ticket in advance so had left a decent gap just incase it took longer to get home, and when I set out for Glasgow that day, I could only hope it would start, that it would be fine, that it wouldn't be loaded with civil parking notices and that some Gadgie hadn't nicked of with it.
This was also my first trip up the West Highland line by train, probably Scotland's most scenic rail journey if you go from Glasgow or at least Milngavie, to Mallaig. I have done Fort Bill to Mallaig before but not the Oban route.
It was an unusually short visit to Oban for me, even by the standards of when I'm getting a boat.
My car was fine, I drove home with the contented smile of a SAAB driver.
I didn't get on the bike after that journey for almost a week, my road bike felt so agile after riding a heavy touring bike that I was struggling to keep it in a straight line. Yet despite that I recorded what was then my fastest time on my "Wee Loop". The touring ride was an adventure through a rural area "far" from home, this was a fast blast round a rural area on my door step. Two totally different types of riding but both with their own senses of achievement.
It was though, time to plot another adventure, of a different sort. A few weeks before setting off for the Western Isles I had been visited by a friend who is staying in the Czech Republic, he reckoned I wouldn't visit since I refuse to try flying. Well, I like a challenge...
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