With the weather being so grim, the only day scheduled to be decent was this Thurs & thus a quickie was organised. As it happens, the 2 South of the River Johns had wallowed in a long & tummy filling run the day before- real greed, that is.
It had been a bit nippy up till then, but by departure it turned into a cracking day. Johnny Haynes set a good pace as you can imagine, but it kept us awake. Over the series of Megat reservoirs, the Northern one full & overflowing in bloody July- can you believe it?
We had agreed to go & meditate at Sami Ling’s Buddhist Temple. It’s a great road down to Eskdalemuir if you’re lucky enough to get there on a dry day. A great deal of work has been completed since we were last there (see previous story) & we toured the place & had some tea for the tum & peace for the soul. The Tree of Peace is always emotional to behold. The shelter it provides being of significance.
From there with Johnny’s sense of direction being highly suspect, we separated but finally going backwards & forwards reached Moffat. Here we all met up. God help the 2 Johnny’s when they tour the Continent!
Your writer exited stage left & rode off into the horizon, but the others visited Cathy (“Nicholson”) & then went home by Crocketford, Kenmote, Dalmellington & home by 9.15-9.30pm. A good LONG day- heh Willuie?