Following all hints not to go through Glasgow, we spent the day going around it, finding the closer you get to Glasgow, the more cars try to kill you. Towards the end of the day, we reached the Erskine bridge...things got very very wet after this point. Just look at the picture for the contrast in weather (Sunny south on the right, black clouds of doom to the left...guess where we're heading).
After cowering in a phone box for 10mins from the torrential rain, we were rescued by Mark & Steve, the cyclists heading to John O'Groats from earlier. After some much needed piss taking by these guys, we headed up towards Loch Lomond.
At Balloch we stopped for the first time in a week in a real bed....amazing! There were two meals that night, real tea, a shower, clean cloths & a full English in the morning. What more can you ask for really?
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