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"The Gibbo Reflects"
It was on a fine summer’s day in the middle of winter that Jim and I set
out for a trip round by Guilahulish and Grasspoint, one of my favourite
rides. We parked the van at Craignure and headed along the road as far
as the Witches Bridge then through the gate starting the climb up to the
old village of Guilahulish.
Making sure not to look skywards for the fear of casting an eye on a Sea
Eagle, a crime punishable by life imprisonment! The track was not too
wet and we quickly reached the old village at Guilahulish where we
stopped for the customary Mars bar and Fanta and to take in the great
view down Loch Spelvie and further to Gods country “Lochbuie”
We then started the fast descent down to the shore and the only nasty
bit of the trip where we have to carry the bikes over the rocks for
about ¼ of a mile (we no longer do the ride this way but stay higher up
the hill to avoid the carry) before coming to one of many wide deep
bogs. I decided just to take a run and jump with the bike “not on it”
over the wider bit and cleared it easily. Jim on the other hand decided
to jump across a narrower bit. So Jim takes a run at it gets about half
way across stops in mid air and drops from a great height of a foot and
lands feet first in then bog to which I gave a wee chuckle. Jim then
looked down and to his horror he realised he had landed with his foot
through the rib cage of a none too fresh dead sheep. Well I nearly wet
myself with laughter before the god awful stench of death reached my
nostrils!!,
After washing his foot in every stream and river we could find we made
our way, me still laughing and gagging, along the shore to Port Donan
and back to the main road and finally back to the van at Craignure. The
shoe was put in a bag which was tied very tightly before being aloud in
the van.
The shoe was left outside in a bucket for several weeks before being
re-worn and it's said... the same shoe is still being worn to this
day...
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