Campsies and the Falkirk Wheel

Saturday’s ride out was a nice wee run into the Campsies turning along the Carron Valley and arriving in glorious sunshine at the Falkirk Wheel where we were able to park up the bikes in the plaza in front of the wheel itself, which made for a nice stop off.

Connor was leading, supported by his new road crew bitch, Burnsy. Burnsy in turn was being supervised by Head Road Captain Jigger for about half the run and Lairdy returned to be last man after a long lay off as founding member of the Cult of Lairdy and the Disciples of the Dislocated Arm.

There’s a new bitch in town

It was a wee bit foggy over the top of the Campsies heading towards Fintry but as soon as we dropped down the north side of the fells, the sun made an appearance and pretty hot it was too.

All the bikes were parked up in a line of the Plaza at the Wheel and they attracted a fair bit of attention from both visitors and staff alike. Myself and Burnsy kept some American tourists entertained when they told us they visited the Wheel every year they visit and this was their fourth time. I had to admit though I live barely 15 minutes away I had only visited once in the last 20 years and Burnsy told them this was his first time!

After Connor left to go play with his oval balls ( rugby ), the rest of us just generally milled about, drinking coffee, eating ice cream and watching the wheel go round and round. All very pleasant and civilized. Good too, to see some of the less regulars out with us as well this weekend.