Good and Bad

This weekend has been much awaited due to the completion of our campervan! It was time to pick it up. It just happened to coincide with a mountain biking weekend in Dumfries and Galloway organised by some friends so we took Friday off work and headed off early to get to North Berwick in the late morning to pick up our VAN! it is beautiful! Having been briefed on its inner workings we set off in convoy for D&G.

All this driving left us a little goggle-eyed so we stopped off at the top of the Kirroughtree black route, at the bottom of heartbreak hill for a short ride. We did the top loop of the black back to the vans - me on my new bike (feeling a little usurped in attention due to the arrival of the van!). We kipped in a beautiful spot near Loch Clatteringshaws and managed to keep in the wind to keep the midges at bay. It was a fantastic first night in the van and was everything we knew it would be!!

So that was the good bit - now for the bad...
Saturday we meet up with mates at Kirroughtree to ride - 13 of us. All was going so well for me enjoying my new steed until we got to McMoab! There I expanded my bubble a little too much and came crashing to the hard ground. At first I thought I must have broken something such was the thud with which I hit the solid granite bedrock but I got up and managed to push/ride my bike to the bridge. On close inspection I'd missed damaging the fork stantions by an inch and have a lovely scratch by the rear derailleur. As for me, a very large bruise on my hip, grazes on the elbow and an increasingly sore upper arm. I bailed back to the vans and cleaned myself up. As I could move my arm I was sure I hadn't broken it and managed to drive to Newton Stewart for a curry - it would happen when we had two vehicles with us!!

But that night I was very sore and woke very early convinced I'd broken my arm, but in the cold light of day somehow P and I persuaded ourselves that I hadn't. So off to Dalbeattie for the others riding and me sitting drinking tea and reading yesterday's paper! I then drove home in what turned out to be a matter of pain management from having to hold myself stiller than normal to drive.

This morning it is better again but still very painful, and I've got it in a sling for resting. Still umming and arhhhing about whether I have actually broken it, if I have its a hairline fracture as I can hold things in my hand and do some stuff. But it's really frustrated me, as Wasdale is only 12 days away and the BG attempt 4 weeks after that - I can't afford a broken arm!!