The Road to Aberdeen

It’s fresh and bright after rain overnight

And my route out of town’s quite nifty

35 says a sign near the old railway line

So why am I doing fifty?

When I get to Bervie, there’s no sign of coffee

By Stonehaven I feel quite pressed

But the storm clouds have gone, the shades are on,

And with a southerly breeze I’m blest

For the Garmin give praise ‘cause this route’s a maze

Criss-crossing the A92

But the pedalling is mindful, the lanes are delightful,

And the moor looks splendid in blue

Enjoying the solitude with guilty gratitude

While Den has his hospital test

Though it might not last, he’s missing a blast

Conditions like this are the best

Cycling alone I find that I’m prone

To crack on when I should stop on the way 

At Findon I bonk, thinking I’ll conk

But emergency snacks save the day

To the hotel I glide, swelling with pride

Before I start to unload 

I’ve run out of luck, with my shades I’ll be stuck

Cause my specs were lost on the road. 😢

Fraserburgh