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1990 Jan-Feb Vol 35 No.1

I thought about the warning on my doctor’s prescribed medication which forbade such an action. “What is this idiot blithering about?”, you might well ask, but then you were not to know 1 was standing outside the distillery at Tominavoulin where the famous Glen Livet whisky is made. What a torment of a situation to be in, but the warning on my bottle clearly stated—“No alcohol—don't drive”. I had never mentioned I was a cyclist or I dread to think of what might have been added.

1990 March-April Vol 35 No.2

It was fifteen years since I had put my bike on Lismore, a nine miles by one stepping-stone island straddling Loch Linnhe, and separating the Lynn of Morvern from the Lynn of Lom. Consisting mainly of low-lying farming country, it is an ideal platform from which to view the generally higher land beyond the mainland shores: to the East, the grant uplands of Appin and Benderloch, culminating in the peaks of Ben Cruachan; to the West, the mighty mounds of Morvern, marching down to the Sound of Mull.

1990 May-June Vol 35 No.3

Enough now of tombs and ancient monuments as we headed off towards Yesnaby on the west coast of the mainland to enjoy the splendour of Nature. Here a cliff-top rough-stuff path rook us back towards Stromness. A walk to blow away the cob-webs and fill our lungs with fresh air to bur,st. The views were stunning and a cautious peer over the cliff tops to the breaking sea hundreds of feet below sent our heads in a dizzy spin. In the distance we could see the island of Hoy sitting in the sea mist. The next day a ferry took us across to this the second largest island in Orkney. At 13 miles long, Hoy boa

1990 July-Aug Vol 35 No.4

The cars were coming nose to tail between Kendal and Windermere and much the same beyond to Ambleside. As we rode against the flow, continuously dazzled by headlights, we wondered had Windscale blown up and word gone out to evacuate the Lake District? They were still sucking each other’s exhausts into their ventilation systems as we rode up Langdale and we subsequently discovered it was the end of half-term holiday week and the forecast was for heavy rain on the morrow.

1990 Sept-Oct Vol 35 No.5

As an Area Secretary who regularly sends Group reports for the Journal, I do have an interest in the amount of space devoted to them. Yes, I totally agree with your editorial on this subject. There is a place for such repons, but 11 pages in the July/August issue was rather too much. I am sure there are many members who do not read these pages, yet the Area Groups need to show that they are active if they are to recruit more members. I have felt that in the past you, as Editor, have managed to retain the right balance between articles, letters and group reports

1990 Nov-Dec Vol 35 No.6 (Index)

Cycling, especially of the rough stuff variety, is NOT about trying to keep up with an over-active leader who rides every hill and bumps over the roughest of tracks, waits now and then for the back markers to catch up and, before breath can be recovered, is off again in pursuit of a daily mileage. I wonder how many potential new members have been lost over the years to these thoughtless speed trials? I gave some serious thought to this subject after being on a rough service-road leading up to the Orrin Reservoir, some 20 miles west of Inverness.

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