To Ullapool and beyond!
Al tactfully pointed out the reason why my panniers kept falling off (I had them on back to front!) which filled me with a new confidence about my onward journey!
I was just fuelling up on porridge, all kitted out and raring to go, when Sasha (the wee darling!) went to get her helmet so she could come with me. What her two year old mind failed to grasp was the fact that I'm barely able to look after myself let alone a wee tot like her!
So I waved farewell to the Webb's and caught the train to Garve (as far north as you can go up the west coast) and then cycled the 32 miles through the beautiful Highlands to Ullapool. I was in my element. The sun was out and my new ipod was providing great backing tracks to the stunning scenery (thanks again Gregz!) I kept thinking to myself, there really is nowhere I'd rather be or nothing else I'd rather be doing!
The Ferry from Ullapool to the Isle of Lewis arrived in Stornaway a little later than expected which meant I only had an hour and a half hours left of day light to cycle the 20 miles to the youth hostel on the west coast ...I peddled as fast as I could across the Pentland road and arrived at dusk into the cutest scottish village you've ever seen. Al's idea about taking a wee hip flask of malt whiskey came into it's own this evening I tell you!
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