I was enjoying cutting – glueing and screwing a few bits and pieces of wood together to open up the rear of the Yeti but dry days are few and far between in Scotland at this time of year so it didn’t take much persuading to have me togged up in bike gear and off out on the Big Scoot —

A quick squint at the weather forecast showed sunshine on the Tay estuary so that gave me a route down the south bank —

Blue skies showing through streaky cloud guided me by Newburgh and Lindores Distillery to the Tay Railway bridge but they wouldn’t let me cross —

No worries – instead I found a pleasant Cafe in Wormit where I bagged a pavement table with a view of the bridge way upriver and scoffed a cracking bowl of minestrone soup to help keep out the chill —

That fired me up for a blowy crossing on the road bridge followed by a ride along the ever-changing Dundee waterfront and a gallop for home on the northern flank of the river by Perth – on mainly busy dual carriageway and A roads —

That’s Dundee over there but I will draw a veil over my misguided attempt to take a shortcut through Perth when my fuel gauge was showing a need for attention. There was so much stalled traffic in town that I couldn’t be bothered stopping for a refill and ran her the last thirty miles on the dregs —
Every mile I cover on this bike that appears to confuse motorcyclists in general – the more I like her and with 6000 miles clocked since May – that’s a whole lot of LIKE’s —