Day 28 – Ullapool to Aultbea
Day 29 – Aultbea to Shieldaig
Day 30 – Shieldaig to Strathcarron
90 minutes it took to climb this ‘hill’. I took a few rests, but my heart-rate recovery has never been better, so they were quick breathers rather than full laying in the ditch gasping for air type rests.
One day I am going back to that hill in Whitby that defeated me. I’m going to show it some pictures of Scottish hills and then I’m going to pour a glass of wine, light a cigar, and ride up it ‘no hands’.
Brakes firmly applied, fingers crossed, down we go!
Day 31 – Strathcarron – day off. Yes I know, it could be habit forming.
Day 32 – Strathcarron to Mallaig
Over the sea to Skye… via the bridge. I last visited Skye about 30 years ago. I wonder if it’s stopped raining.
Skye is on the right, so that will be a no then.
Ferries. Here’s one I missed earlier.
Day 33 – Mallaig to Kilchoan
Fortunately, I was clear of them after just a single mile.
Day 34 – Kilchoan to Oban
I thought it would rude to head off to Oban without visiting the most westerly point of mainland Great Britain that you can get to on a bike. Okay, if you’re very determined and a bit mad you could get a bit more west on a bike, but it isn’t worth it. Words stolen from Wikipedia say,
“Ardnamurchan Point lies at the western end of the Ardnamurchan peninsula in Lochaber, Highland, Scotland. It is 1.1 kilometres (0.68 mi) north of Corrachadh Mòr, the most westerly point on the island of Great Britain, which is a few metres further west than the Point.”
I managed just one Tobermory picture before the rain on the lens made further attempts futile. It rained all day today. A lot, all day today.
Day 35 – Oban to Lochgilphead
Early start, early finish today as I needed a bit of work doing at Crinan Cycles in Lochgilphead. It was raining when I left Oban, and it didn’t let up until I left the bike shop. When it did stop I sat at the loch side to empty my shoes and wring out my socks and gloves. I think it may rain tomorrow, and on Sunday the forecast suggests some rain.
A couple of pictures from just outside Lochgilphead.
Day 36 – Lochgilphead to a hillside above the B8001 near Gartavaich
Approaching Tarbert, and these ‘road cyclists’ are about to be overtaken by an old grey beardy bloke on a tourer with far too much gear.
My tent. Essentially it is a sandwich bag with some sticks and string.
The view from my front door / flap / zip. It is raining, but nothing compared to what happened during the night.
Day 37 – A hillside above the B8001 near Gartavaich to Irvine
Campbeltown is down there.
Day 38 – Irvine to Stranraer
Imagine my disappointment! Got all the way here and realised I had left my clubs at St. Andrew’s. Well I’m not gong back. It was bad enough having to go back to Holy Island to count the steps on the refuge tower.
Day 39 – Stranraer to Dunragit
This duck is the Scottish Long Orange Billed Duck, so called because it lives in Scotland.
After the Scottish Highlands, The Rhins of Galloway seem a little tame.
I hoped Port Patrick might liven things up, but it was not to be. A lukewarm hot chocolate and a slab of leaden dismal cake, whilst watching a coachload of tourists queuing glumly for the convenience didn’t help either.
More Rhins then.
Day 40 – Dunragit to Newton Stewart
Day 41 – Newton Stewart to Castle Douglas