It's two hundred and sixty two miles to Portree, I've got a full tank of gas, a pack and a half of Tunnocks, its snowing and I'm not wearing sunglasses*
Ohh - the A86 and the A87 - what joy, and all the little white tourist minibuses seemed to be going other way
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The Fuzz arrive at Holiday Inn Express, Strathclyde Park - time to make a hasty exit |
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The hotel is yards from the parkrun course - but things are getting too hot to return for a shower
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262 miles - not the shortest but taking in orienteering at Kincardine Bridge and the wonderful A86-A87 |
Wonderful is not entirely safe according to EuroRAP -
A86,
A87
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Essential supplies - all eaten before I crossed the Caledonian Canal - but when in Scotland do as the Scots |
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Predication was for 5 to 10cm of snow - settling above 200m. This was taken at 14:20 |
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And this 10 minutes later - 5km along the road and only 50m higher - too late to turn back as I would never make it up the steep incline |
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Something tells me that we are no longer in Kansas |
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The straight bits are wonderful, the twisty ones are better - my big diesel tank, usually stuck at 55mph on midlands motorways and highways has more than enough torque for the Highlands |
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The new (and still controversial) bridge to Skye |
While taking the above photos I suddenly felt something cold, clammy and very wet around my ankles...
The tide comes in fast in Loch Alsh
"Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward! the sailors cry;
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye."
only now there is a bridge and it takes about 25 seconds by car
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The Red Cuillan - looking menacing - no way will I be attempting these |
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Sunset |
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Getting too cold for photography - even the Polish-girl-tourists have given up (they said they already should have left the island but the sunset was so beautiful they had to stay another hour) - so off to the hotel... |
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A toasty warm room at Marmalade, in Portree - the restaurant was heaving, the bar was full - so I had my onion soup and haddock and local Skye Beer (very good, very viscous, rather strange) in my room |
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*Originally:
- Elwood: It's a hundred and six miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.
- Jake: Hit it.