A bit drizzly as we packed the bikes and the midges were out in force. Annoying feckers!
First stop was at the Prince's Cairn. A monument with a bronze plaque, located on the shores of Loch nan Uamh in Lochaber. This spot is reportedly where Bonnie Prince Charlie left for France in 1746.
As I was taking my photos, I heard a barking sound, then noticed a little black head in the water. A seal! He/she popped up a few more times and I tried to get a photo but I suspect it will just turn out a fuzzy black blob.
17 miles up the road, Mallaig and our ferry to the Isle of Skye. I was first on, 4 other bikes besides us. A three and geezer going solo. Seemed a bit nervous, as he was the only one to strap and chock his bike.
On the crossing, the sun came out and stayed out for the rest of the journey. A bloody brilliant day, despite Grizzly gerring tooted by an irate driver on the single track road.
We had about 20 miles of riding on Skye, before leaving via the Skye Bridge. Going over it was akin to the Atlantic Road bridge in Norway and the view from the top just spectacular. The other side is Kyle of Lochalsh and our fuel/coffee stop. I was glad not to be filling the tank, as it was £141.9 per litre, by far the most expensive we've seen.
Our next stint saw us back on single track roads, as we made our way over the mountains to Applecross. It was during this run that Ginny clocked up 18,000 miles. Did anyone have a guess?
We stopped at Applecross, though Grizzly said he didn't want coffee, so we carried on but not before the Shadslow refused to start for a few minutes. Eventually Grizzly coaxed her into life and we were back on single tracks.
The day ended with our arrival in Poolewe, on the banks of Loch Ewe (see below). Bizarrely, 80% of the staff at the Poolewe Hotel are Russian!
Believe it or not, we are still some way short of being at the top of Scotland. 200 miles tomorrow will see us reach that point then make our way slightly east. Weather sounds like a repeat of today. 😎
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