This weekend I found myself one of the very few people from north of the border not at Wakestock. Determined not to spend the weekend wallowing in my own self pity I rounded up a few other lost compadres and headed through to Loch Lomond to ensure that riding in the top of the country carried on regardless! Fortunately another one unable to make it to Abersoch was Raymondo, who was diligently holding down the LLWB fort. Also left behind were long time riding buddy Guy, as well as my brother Nick who’d travelled 400 miles in the opposite direction to the legendary festival to visit home on a rare weekend off.
Unfortunately when we got there the weather was….well, pish. However after a bit of loitering and some heavy weather table tennis we climbed into wetsuits and fired up the winch for a very wavy rail sesh. A while later Ray returned with the boat (full of riders!) and we set off for a bumpy but high energy session. All smiles we headed back to the dock happy that we’d taken the gamble to ride in the chop. All in, you can’t go wrong at Loch Lomond; there’s always somewhere flat enough to ride, it’s always beautiful whatever the weather, and Raymond’s always there to make it worth the trip.
I’ll make Wakestock next year…
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- Pic: Nick Bowler
