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Ryszard Szurkowski


It’s the summer of 1975 and Dave and I are on holiday; we’ve taken the afternoon off from sitting in the late lamented ‘Rectory’ public house in Dysart to venture along the arrow straight but gently rolling, ‘Stannin’ Stane Road’ which runs due east out of Kirkcaldy towards the seaside resort of Leven, a Mecca for Glaswegian holiday makers.

The Scottish Milk Race, Stage Four, 148 kilometres out of Galashiels in the Scottish Borders will finish in Leven, Fife today; but we fancy a vantage point away from the holiday crowds and take up position on one of the ‘Stanin’ Stane’ drags, clutching obligatory refreshing bottles of Barr’s Irn Bru.

The announcer’s car tells us that two are clear, Number 13 – Phil Griffit