Twitter Weekly Updates for 2011-08-07

  • Glencoe: it's a landscape I've never seen before. It's also like being in a cloud either raining or about to #
  • This is a hardcore campsite where everyone is rugged and has binoculars. I left mine in the drawer #
  • O the rain and the midges. It's true what they say about Scotland. The moments without them you see it's beauty #
  • Last night was a bury your head in the sleeping bag with earplugs in next to the family from Hell #
  • Having tea and smoked salmon bagel in Ullapool the last town #
  • At Durness threes rain forecast all day today and all day tomorrow. #

In Bates motel

Durness back through Glencoe to Tyndrum: written from Bates Motel

Well, not really Bates Motel but it might be. It’s a guest house in Tyndrum with a number of little rooms. I’m in number 6. (I am not a number – I am a free man…)

Despite the moment of beauty last night at Durness I woke to drizzle and heavy skies with the forecast for heavy rain all day. So I abandoned my plan to get the ferry over to Cape Wrath and packed up instead, dressed in rain gear and warm scarf I headed south, quickly, aiming for Glencoe. And it rained and rained. For a strange reason my visor misted up inside and I couldn’t clear it whatever I tried (this was before I discovered anti-fog for my specs). This was really maddening. There was nowhere under shelter to stop to try to dry things out. I tried tilting my head and going fast to get a breeze going but nothing helped. Eventually I stopped to fill up with petrol and lingered as long as I could under the canopy of the petrol station. Early in the day I vowed not to camp tonight. I had no heart for putting up a tent in the rain in wet clothes having been riding for a total of 5 and 1/2 hours in rain. So I tried a few hotels near Glencoe. The first wanted £145 for bed and breakfast. The second looked much more down to earth staffed by young Australians but they had no room though they invited me to camp in their grounds. The third also was full but phoned through to this guest house. A South African woman answered but she is nowhere to be seen instead a very helpful man who keeps stuffed birds everywhere. He lives over the way with the mysterious woman. It’s deathly quiet here or that could be the result of not wearing earplugs for today’s 5 and a half hour ride. There’s a toasty drying room complete with dehumidifier which I would have loved to stay in all evening. (My shower could do with a bit of a clean as there seem to be some bloodstains in the corners.)

Bertha will turn 20,000 tomorrow. There are no photos from today as it was too wet to get the camera out of my pocket.

Stats:

Miles 218.3Average 40.2Max speed 75.1Hours ridden 5.5