Day 19: Drumnadrochit to Lairg

After the scenic overload of the previous two days, today was consolidation: drizzly and grey progress, over brooding moorlands and along plains. There were two spectacular sights to thrill the heart though. The first was the semi-panorama over Dornoch Firth before the final descent to Bonar Bridge (picture); the second, the line-up of marked-down sandwiches at Beauly Co-op.


There was another Mysteriously Abandoned Small Item of Clothing on the B9176: a quality leather boot (picture). This joins other MASICs spotted so far, namely, a pair of Y-fronts on Dartmoor, a baseball cap outside Preston, and a pashmina in Galloway Forest Park. Is it another, exotically dressed, End-to-Ender, gradually shedding clothes as they go?


And I was taken by this old AA Box outside Ardgay. Sadly, it was locked. Otherwise I could have sheltered from the drizzle.

Miles today: 64
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 354
Miles since starting at Penzance: 1272

Day 18: Glencoe to Drumnadrochit

A day of perfect weather and endlessly wonderful scenery along the Great Glen, starting with Loch Linnhe (picture). It was like cycling through a Highland Views Calendar stuck on early summer. All very well, but stopping every five minutes to take another photo plays havoc with your schedule.


After a stop in Fort William Wetherspoons to recharge my spent camera battery, I cycled up Neptune's Staircase locks to follow the Caledonian Canal (picture). The last canal I cycled for any distance was the Leeds-Liverpool, which doesn't quite match this in scenic terms.


There's a long, delightfully scenic (and totally untrafficked) forest road you can cycle alongside Loch Lochy (picture), my favourite silly Scottish toponym. It certainly is lochy.


Well, that's enough pictures of mountains, lochs and bikes, so here's a cow that I saw outside Fort Augustus (picture).


And here's an example of the sort of thing you see all over Highland roads: (picture): direction arrows, occasionally supplemented by a multilingual sign, stressing which side of the road to drive. Clearly all those German and Dutch tourists I keep seeing are liable to get a bit dazed by the awesome scenery when they stop to take a photo, and absent-mindedly default back to driving on the right when they get back on the road.

I sympathise: I'm still reeling a bit from all that scenery myself. Nothing a pint of Loch Ness Dark won't fix, though.

Miles today: 68
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 290
Miles since starting at Penzance: 1208

Day 17: Loch Lomond to Glencoe

A day of sun and jaw-dropping scenery, which will be further concern to my NHS dentist back in York. It started with a beautiful cloudless dawn over my wildcamp on the shores of Loch Lomond (picture). The only sound was the mallards gang-mating, which made me think the jet-skiers weren't so bad after all.


There's a traffic-free cycleway all along the west side of Loch Lomond up to Tarbet, sometimes on the old road sometimes on the footway, which gave some heartbreakingly lovely scenes (picture). Typical Sustrans route: you only average 3mph, though in this case it's because I kept stopping to take pictures.

After Loch Lomond ran out, there was some hackwork, tussling with a headwind, to climb through Crianlarich and Tyndrum and Bridge of Orchy on the A82, which was full of tourist cars in a hurry to get somewhere to relax.


En route there was more outstanding scenery. I was intrigued by the sign welcoming me to the Highlands (picture), because the scenery evidently knew this was the exact point to change from being Lowland to Highland.


There was a lot of slow going against the headwind across Rannoch Moor, which tops out at 1142 feet (picture). A benefit of cycling is being in the fresh air. Well, I had a lot on Rannoch Moor, most of it trying to send me back to Loch Lomond.

I also joint-hailed about a dozen fellow End to End cyclists today, all of them going south.


Finally there was a glorious descent into Glencoe (picture). I drove this road in 1987 and didn't think the scenery was all that remarkable. Eh? It's astonishing, and Glencoe itself is awesome. See? Proof that holidaying by car messes with your mind.

Miles today: 71
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 222
Miles since starting at Penzance: 1140

Day 16: Ayr to Loch Lomond

The pleasant Sustrans route north out of Ayr on this sunny morning took me right through a golf course in Troon. A notice (picture) warns you that you may get hit by golf balls. I didn't know that cyclist-hating golfers had such a good aim.


Following Sustrans's suggestions to get to Glasgow from Ayr was the usual mixed bag of delightful smooth tarmac railtrails, such as this bit (picture) by Lochwinnoch, and convoluted, four-sides-of-a-square detours round housing estates and light industrial areas.


There was this impressive sculpture just beyond Lochwinnoch. It's the stuff of car-crushing fantasies when you see someone parked in your cycle lane.


I neatly avoided Glasgow by cycling from Paisley (generally depressing and boarded up, but with a nice bike shop that does coffee) over the Erskine Bridge. A lovely canal-, and then river-, -side traffic-free path took me to Loch Lomond, where a mountain biker I got talking to showed me one of the few places you can wildcamp on the shore (picture).

He then spent two hours trying in vain to light me a camp fire in light drizzle. Thank goodness; I'm not in the mood for a singsong. At last, around eight, I had the entire lake to myself, just the gentle wash of the water, and territorial calls of jet-skiers.

Miles today: 64
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 151
Miles since starting at Penzance: 1069

Day 15: Stranraer to Ayr

With heavy rain forecast and time in hand - but also strong tailwinds - I wasn't sure whether to get some wet miles in, or sit out the deluge for a day. Eventually - after about five seconds actually - the prospect of 24 more hours in Stranraer, and inevitable mania in consequence, was enough to persuade me to cycle on.

I went for cheap distance by cycling up the A77. It was miserable stuff: lashing rain, HGVs hurtling past throwing sheets of puddlewater at me, and some long grinding climbs through landscapes shrouded in wet mist. At least the tailwind propelled me quickly up the coast, though you couldn't actually tell which side the sea was on, it was such vile weather.


I rode through Turnberry, where some wet golfers splodged their way through some links course (picture). I couldn't understand what they were doing, out there in the rain. No doubt they looked at me similarly.


South of Ayr, I got more free propulsion from the celebrated Electric Brae, an optical illusion that makes you think you're freewheeling uphill. Here it is (picture) as you approach from the south; it's middle bit of the line you can see running from top left to bottom right.


And here it is looking back 'down' - actually, it's downhill towards the camera. (I've blogged in more detail about this before.) It's a remarkably convincing trick for the cyclist (picture), beaten only perhaps by Sustrans mesmerising us into thinking that stretches of rocky bridleway are a 'National Cycle Route'.

I got to Ayr about half past one and decided I'd had enough of being soaked for one day. Especially when I found a single room in a budget hotel for £19 in the town centre.


With the sun out in the afternoon I could explore the town, which has at least two famous sons. Poet Robert Burns used to frequent this pub (picture) and praised Ayr for its 'honest men and bonie lasses'. Looking at the frankly incomprehensible nonsense he churned out, you can't help think most of it was written here, shortly before closing time.


And round the corner is the birthplace (picture) of John Loudon McAdam, inventor of the road. Comparing my experiences on unmade bridleways and farm tracks to tarmac roads on this trip so far, I'm afraid Burns vs McAdam is no contest.

Miles today: 54
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 87
Miles since starting at Penzance: 1005

Day 14: (Stranraer to) Mull of Galloway to Stranraer

With most of my stuff in the tent in Stranraer, I could enjoy a single-pannier day, biking light down to the Mull of Galloway and back, to start the Scottish and final leg of the trip. Without camping stuff, clothes, Argos catalogues etc, the bike felt ever so light and twitchy.


The Mull of Galloway is the extreme southern tip of Scotland (picture). It has a lighthouse and a pleasant cafe and a great many cows, and was lively with visitors this Bank Holiday Sunday. From inside the cafe, on a clear day, you can see to the end of the queue.


It's rather more scenically impressive than Land's End, and feels more ultima-thule-ish. It's also more enjoyable, perhaps because End to End cyclists are poundshop-cheap at Land's End, but here at MoG I felt a bit of a celebrity, giving my press conference in front of the lighthouse (picture).


The official start of the final leg came about noon from the gates of the lighthouse compound (picture). From the direction you look in the photo, John o'Groat's is directly behind you.


The afternoon was gloriously sunny and the scenery was delightful - lots of this sort of thing (picture). Of course it's not exactly the Hebrides, but then, where is?


I went through Kirkmaiden (picture), the southernmost settlement pre-1707, and then the traditional counter-endpoint of Scotland to John o'Groats. According to rather dodgy old song, anyway. In fact, the southernmost post office and general store are in Drummore next door, but they were closed.


Some lovely lanes later I was in Portpatrick (picture), a touristy but pleasant harbour town west of Stranraer, vibrant enough to have a fine ruined clifftop castle, gastropubs, and pavement cafes with al fresco musical entertainment. Stranraer may be shabbier and have far less in the way of London-price ice-cream parlours, but at least it doesn't have backing-track singers doing Dexys Midnight Runners covers in the main street.

Miles today: 58
Miles since Mull of Galloway: 33
Miles since starting at Penzance: 951

Day 13: Clatteringshaws Loch to Stranraer

Another day of beautiful biking: a blissful morning by the lake, one of Sustrans's most beautiful but rocky routes (picture), and the end of the Rhyming Coast-to-Coast leg of the journey in Stranraer. For more pictures and full details, see my Barmouth to Yarmouth, Poole to Goole blog.

Miles today: 48
Miles since Dunbar: 183
Miles since starting at Penzance: 893