{"id":316,"date":"2007-04-17T22:20:00","date_gmt":"2007-04-17T22:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=316"},"modified":"2024-01-29T11:09:15","modified_gmt":"2024-01-29T11:09:15","slug":"annan-to-johns-town-of-dalry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/?p=316","title":{"rendered":"Annan to John&#8217;s Town of Dalry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Day 13 &#8211; 17th April 2007<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We left the Old Vicarage at about 9.30 in bright sunshine. On crossing the river Annan we took some photographs and a local chap, out walking his dog, helpfully pointed out the Sustrans route, down a flight of steps, which took us out to the seaside. I hope I didn&#8217;t sound to ungracious when I told he we were going to stick to the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We hadn&#8217;t gone far when a bank of cloud appeared to the north-west and threatened rain. It was enough for us to don our waterproofs, but it was not many miles before we had removed them again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At one point, a dead rabbit lying in the road attracted my attention as it started to move across the road towards the hedge. A stoat was attempting to drag it away. I stopped the bike but of course that scared away the stoat, but we could see it running up and down a labyrinth of tracks in the bank, willing us to leave so that it could secure its lunch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">In Bankend, we came across a &#8220;ROAD CLOSED&#8221; sign precisely where we wanted to go. We ignored it as normally it is possible to get a bike through where a larger vehicle would have to turn back. Here, though, we appeared to be scuppered as the entire carriageway was blocked by a wide trench bordered by Heras fencing. It was Chris who noticed a small footbridge over a stream so we took the luggage off the bikes and manhandled them over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-317\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02210_001.jpg 2000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Once in Dumfries, we particularly liked the river Nith, and on its waterfront we found a basic Italian takeaway which served delicious pasta and tomato. We each had some, and some coffee, so suitably refreshed, we were ready to tackle the hills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-318\" srcset=\"https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/gentlemancyclist.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/DSC02212_001.jpg 2000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">These were long, grinding climbs, in contrast to the repeated switchbacks of Devon and Cornwall a week or two ago, and Jan and I cycled up all of them, albeit very slowly. Our big problem was that when a downhill did appear, our progress was restricted by the strong headwind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So we struggled all the way to Dalry, as it seems to be called. We stayed at The Porridge House, which is very comfortable. We were supplied with a pot of tea and the most excellent fruit cake, we ordered a 7.30 breakfast and a packed lunch, the shower was most refreshing and the pub only 50 yards away. It served some very tasty Deuchars bitter. Janet and Chris had lamb casserole, I had the steak and ale pie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We had mentioned that today was our wedding anniversary and when we returned, our hosts offered us a wee dram of malt whisky. Chris and I enjoyed ours &#8211; Jan, of course, declined.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Day 13 &#8211; 17th April 2007 We left the Old Vicarage at about 9.30 in bright sunshine. 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