Kirkurd Kirk.

I joined the club for the run to Cademuir, just south of Peebles. It’s a pleasant picnic stop and the weather was of a sunny disposition and provided a tail wind from the north-east. Strangely, several of our members still seemed to expect the traditional south-westerly trades tail wind back home.
 
Fortunately, I had a puncture just after lunch, which meant that I could take a short cut to the coffee stop and ride at my own pace without any loss of face. The puncture was due to a worn tyre and I have some spares ready to fit before going on holiday at the week-end; it’s a little job for tomorrow. The one thing that I do find annoying is that the modern cycle tyres need a pair of levers for removal, and a tool without a sensible name for refitting the tyres. In the old days, tyres and rims were designed so that they could be effortlessly parted and reunited by skilful manipulation without the need for tools.
 
Back on topic, I do like the ride up the Lyne Valley: the gradient is moderate and there is a reasonable amount of shelter from the wind. The ruined kirk at Kirkurd is a bonus and the details of the stonework and tombstones are very Blippable for the price of leaving the cycle at the gate and walking across the field.