Your clacking cleats are drowned out by the high heels, and that’s the stags Cycling is how I get around. Usually, it’s with as much just-in-case luggage as for a week touring: laptop, bad-weather gear, inflatable boat and so on.
The idea of a rack and panniers is foreign to most of my cycling chums, but I get their point. Indeed, recently I’ve enjoyed a few two-day, travelling-ultra-light trips, overnighting with little more than a toothbrush and phone.
I just did a light overnight from Glasgow to Edinburgh, all on canal towpaths. It’s a fabulous route – recently tarmacked, flat and family friendly. It has cafés, pubs, sights and selfie ops aplenty. Falkirk’s amazing Wheel, half-lock half-waltzer, that links canals 25m vertically apart; the Kelpies, giant kitsch horse sculptures resembling…
