Day eighteen: Brash’s travels and a day of true diversity…
The lonely last leg of yesterday’s adventure was soon cheered up by the arrival of another friend from home. Tim had met me at Findochty when I arrived and was going to lend a hand for the next five days. In truth, his arrival was a huge benefit to me and massively reduced my planning burden in the days to come.
There is a great lesson here for any small business owner who gets so caught up in the job that they are doing and their own destination that they forget how to rely on other people. From the moment Tim arrived it was clear that he wanted to get involved and help. He was a great organiser, a willing worker and full of innovation. I needed Tim.
The day started with a long 95km cycle to Peterhead. As he had only arrived the night before, I did this without Tim, but I did have a prevailing wind for company the entire distance, so it a truly wonderful treat.
Arriving in the land of the giants!
I had no idea of what went on in Peterhead: I suppose I’d not had any reason to find out, other than to look up its coordinates on a map while planning this trip. It is a veritable hive of marine activity, with its two gigantic breakwaters enclosing an enormous bay. The ships that loomed overhead were equally stupendous in size, as they awaited the call to sail out to a distant North Sea oil rig or two. I felt a bit like Gulliver in Brobdingnag as I launched my tiny Kayak into the bay and waited my turn to exit the land of the giants.
The Harbour Master had happily given me the OK to depart, showing great interest in our venture as he watched us prepare to launch from his control tower high above the bay. So I left my newly acquired oversized friends behind and set off into open waters and equally large waves, several meters tall. It wasn’t violent conditions by any means, but Tim, watching from the harbour wall, said later that it had been fascinating to watch me bob in and out of view as I paddled by.
I arrived in Boddam and set off on my second cycle of the day, heading down past Aberdeen towards Dunnottar Castle. From Gulliver’s Travels to a magical and majestic medieval castle, that had once been captured by William Wallace; Dunnottar was a truly magnificent backdrop from which to set off on the final leg of that day’s journey.
In a land of aliens…
Tim joined me on his bike for this last ride, off-road along a coastal path. Having cycled alone on solitary tracks for so long, it was strange to see a busy menagerie of tourists stretched all along the path. In fact, it was almost like they were the spectacle rather than me for a change. I felt quite out of place – almost like I didn’t really belong to the human race anymore.
Although Tim only joined me on the bike for the coastal path, I felt the impact of him being involved the whole day long. As I mentioned earlier it was just good to know that someone was there who was as committed as me to making the transitions, routes and destinations add up.
In business, you really cannot grow, move forward or make the changes that you need to on your own. It is imperative that you have good people all around you – and for me, Tim ticked that box completely.
We finished that day at the Harbour Bar pub, in Inverbervie, with a hearty meal and a good night’s sleep in the carpark.