Another long day in the saddle
Today the sun is out, the wind is fair, and I’m off on a bike ride with a different Storie, one Paul of that clan. For some reason, Paul has brought along a second wellie, which he has fastened to his bike. This happens to celebrities, I discover. It’s called a body double and it seems that I now have one.
Over the Tay Bridge we go, casting a quick look back to Dundee and some of the Tartan Army as they head off for Glasgow. First decision to make as we enter Fife - the main road to Leuchars or the scenic forest path around the coast? We ask a local and take the scenic road, following the coast path and through lovely forests, passing a few red squirrels on the way, and eventually come out of the forest just two miles from Leuchars.
Through Leuchars, past the Air Base, and on to St Andrews, my man Paul dodging golf balls and still feeling good, he says. But then the hills start, and with it the moaning. Now I’m no geographer but according to Paul it is uphill all the way from St Andrews to Anstruther, other than a wee bit at the end. Interesting given that both towns are at sea level.
In Anstruther there are pirates,
but we’re too quick for their kidnapping exploits and we make it to the RNLI station where the full crew have turned out to greet us. Thanks, guys. Coxswain Stephen Small does the signing thing and gives us a tour of the newly improved Station. Paul gets kitted out in the whole RNLI gear. Check out the photo. 
Looking good, Paul!The crew heads out to sea and we make tracks for Elie, five miles down the road. It’s been a long day. By the time we reach Elie, Paul has covered near enough 40 miles so we’re all a bit saddle sore. Tomorrow is going to be a walk. That’s good.
