An early (for us) start was needed to make sure we made the afternoon ferry to Arran. Having a deadline took the edge off our usual relaxed approach a bit. Nonetheless, Scotland, as always, was fantastic cycling country...
There are signs to tell you when you're passing a place you would otherwise have missed. Here's one place:
...and here's another one:
Pots of houmous are placed around the countryside for tourists:
Even the beasts can count on getting a lift:
Our second full day in Scotland and still the contrast with the English part of our journey is apparent: no one-way systems, no unsigned minor roads, no noticeable rush hour; just us, the chatter of insects and birds, and the occasional roar of military jets on manoeuvres.
More photos...
Dead tree points the way:
Power:
Nature:
Public meeting for mutual sideburn admiration:
Ferry raising its snout:
From the deck (that's Arran on the horizon):
Stepping off the ferry on Arran, there's only one navigational choice to make:
East coast:
Struggling over the bleakest most windswept moorland imaginable, to get to the north coast, rest, food and sleep:
Our B+B tonight is in Catacol, on the north coast...
I haven't mentioned the crazy hours of daylight yet... Basically, this far north and at this time of year, it barely gets dark. The birds don't know what the hell is going on, and are tweeting past closing time. This is the view from our B+B's bar at 10:30:
That's all! More tomorrow...
There are signs to tell you when you're passing a place you would otherwise have missed. Here's one place:
Pots of houmous are placed around the countryside for tourists:
Even the beasts can count on getting a lift:
Our second full day in Scotland and still the contrast with the English part of our journey is apparent: no one-way systems, no unsigned minor roads, no noticeable rush hour; just us, the chatter of insects and birds, and the occasional roar of military jets on manoeuvres.
More photos...
Dead tree points the way:
Power:
Nature:
Public meeting for mutual sideburn admiration:
Ferry raising its snout:
From the deck (that's Arran on the horizon):
Stepping off the ferry on Arran, there's only one navigational choice to make:
East coast:
Struggling over the bleakest most windswept moorland imaginable, to get to the north coast, rest, food and sleep:
Our B+B tonight is in Catacol, on the north coast...
I haven't mentioned the crazy hours of daylight yet... Basically, this far north and at this time of year, it barely gets dark. The birds don't know what the hell is going on, and are tweeting past closing time. This is the view from our B+B's bar at 10:30:
That's all! More tomorrow...
It is great to read about your journey! The lightness thing in the evening is the same here!It is still light at 11pm and then the sun starts to rise at 2:30am... crazy!
ReplyDeleteLooks beautiful... Well done you guys! xx
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