Seeing and learning of a new color

It is a first attempt to bring together cycling and photography. The reduced speed when cycling is considered optimal for photography. The landscape passes by at almost decelerated speed. The almost infinite freedoms make the wheel appear as an ideal means of transportation.

Landing in England

And so I’m off to a long weekend to drive on the North Sea Cycle Route from Newcastle via Edinburgh and the Scottish Lake District to Glasgow. After a rocky night on the ferry, I am spit directly on the bike path in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Although there are only small hills on the way and the photographic breaks are also kept rather short, I can not do the targeted hundred kilometers a day. For a simple reason – north wind. Rather fiercer. So I focus on the English coast and the beauty of cycling.

On the second day I reach Lindisfarne. A small island, eight kilometers ahead, which can be reached via a road through the Watt. “Check the tidetable” is written in big letters as I make my way to the crossing. Shortly before I reach the island, I find then also said tide table. And lo and behold, I have already passed the “safe time” by half an hour. An overnight stay on Lindisfarne was not planned. With good luck and wet feet, I reach the mainland, after I drove about five hundred meters through flowing water, which already reached to the axles. I have not experienced flood so fast.

Scotland’s pride

I reach Edinburgh on the third day. After a short stay, I drive via Kinross to an area where Rob Roy, the independence patron of Scotland, worked. Tree-less hills, extensive lake plateaus and, above all, endless cycle paths with low traffic levels are now with me. This is the British paradise for cycling. The elevations are limited, the wind has also subsided and the landscape is absolutely gorgeous. In the evening then lies probably the most beautiful lake in Scotland, Loch Lomond, at my feet (or tent herring).

After six days of driving, I come to Glasgow, where photography is back in focus. Here I get to know a new color: gold gray. On my only evening in this city, the evening spring sun thaws up the facades of the houses, giving it its very own color tone. It almost seems like Glasgow is leaving winter behind these days and longing for the light of summer. And so once again shows the basic character of this city – charming, charming.