Bridge 15 - Skye Bridge

Midsummer, getting into the mood

There she is!

The Midsummer Odyssey started at Kyle of Lochalsh, after a lovely train ride. I was anxious about not having a booking for the bike on the train but it all worked out ok.

Ready and already wet

Arriving by train

Bill is wet too

Jennifer and I had a nice midsummer evening, eating, drinking, watching seals and fire-making on the beach.  That a UK Border Agency boat passed by was a bit disconcerting and more unexpected than the submarine which surfaced the next day.

No rain the day before!

Bill arrived in the rain the next day and we biked the bridge, as you can see.  Then we had a welcome cup of tea aboard 'Aisling' before gearing up, literally, and heading down to Ardvasar.  Bill's panniers were not well positioned and it was a hard 24 miles as his feet kept banging into them.  We found the old road for quite a bit of the way and that was nice.  We arrived very wet in Ardvasar and my socks didn't dry out till I tied them to my basket a couple of days later.  Bill had the clever idea (well, it was his stomach that had the idea) of booking a table in the only eating place as we went by, to avoid arriving and finding the kitchen closed.  That would have been very tough.  As it was we had a super-quick shower (well, a shower each, you understand), a change into less-wet clothes and set off a few yards down the road to eat warm food.