There was a time when I would dream of doing the Paris – Dakar but never did – no worries cos I’ve enjoyed most of the places I’ve been on my Tenere.
Including coming bleary-eyed out of the bunkhouse at Braemar to this scene —
But I’m not a lover of German autobahns. One day after a couple of hundred miles of full throttle at 108mph I got a little bit bored and pulled into a service station. Five minutes with my Swiss Army knife cut the ninety degree snorkel inlet off the air intake – a result! The next two hundred miles were done at 113mph!
It’s not all about speed – sometimes just getting there is challenge enough. Getting to Glenshee and Braemar wasn’t the challenge but getting out again after we had been snowed in was —
I remember this pic – it was my first of the Tenere – probably Loch Dochart between Lix Toll and the Green Wellie on my way to Ardnamurchan —
There have been many more – this one at Palnackie
If old dogs are your thing I cater for them as well —
an out-of-holiday season Portpatrick —
yes I like boats – in Port William harbour at low tide —
with Ailsa Craig on the horizon I must be by the tea hut south of Girvan —
waiting for the boys to patch the road somewhere in the Scottish Borders —
on the way to Seahouses – Northumbria —
by the Orchardstoun Roundhouse —
a remote beach on the Isle of Tiree —
by a defunct viaduct to nowhere —
the old cottages and red tin roof on the village hall make a lovely backdrop at Parton —
out for a gallop in the Galloway Forests —
Near Newcastleton with Hermitage Castle in the background —
Time to see what today will bring 🙂
Tenere Tracks
from-a-distance 