Dundee to Inverness

The Road to Montrose

Den’s a complete no-show

Having shredded the flesh of his elbow 

On a fast damp descent 

His wheels just went 

So I start in Dundee riding solo

As I leave the town of the Beano

Jam, jute and journalism, you know,

I start to fret

I’ll be lonely and wet

Till I meet the family in Glasgow

Then I think of the local McGonagall

Who wrote rhymes that were something terrible 

Debate still goes round

Was he idiot or clown?

Just tell me who’s verses are comparable

A great fan of the bard in his day  

He starred in the Scottish play

Fought Macduff like a dervish

Wouldn’t die in the skirmish 

And the audience just loved the melee

I divert from the route to Auchmithrie

The home of the Arbroath Smokie

So I try that then

At the But ‘n’ Ben

But the fish is rather dry and boney

I get back on course up a bluff

Where the lanes are lethal and rough

It’s blowing a hooley

The seas are unruly

And when I get there I’ve had quite enough.

A straightforward, quiet first day…

Aberdeen