Bridge 17 - The Bridge over the Atlantic

Bridge over the Altantic

After the Connel Bridge we chose a single-track back road through 'undulating' countryside to Kilmore, south of Oban. When the owner of a Range Rover tells you that a road is 'undulating' be afraid - be very afraid! While it was challenging, it was mostly a lovely road and nicer than having to navigate the Oban metropolis and the big hill out of it. Where the landscape was open it felt quite safe as we could see approaching traffic and take evasive action in good time.

Steep enough!

The scariest moment of the whole trip happened just before a blind corner when a Jewson's delivery lorry came around far too fast. I had thought that I had seen something so paused just before the bend. It came around at speed and took up the whole road width. As it braked on spotting us (good to have the new high-vis shirt) the fixings on the load came undone and a length of wood flew by me as if it was plastic. No harm done though I didn't consider that the load was particularly safe as he belted off over the 'undulating' countryside.

Success! 

Couldn't ask for better lodgings

There were a few miles on the 'main road' before turning off for Seil Island.  By now the sun was shining and I (at least) was glad I had packed suncream.  Bill is not afraid of sunstroke, of course, so took his chances without it. When we arrived at the Bridge over the Atlantic it was quite as stunning as people had said. It's a steep bridge, especially when you've just cycled nearly 40 'undulating' miles.

We stayed at the very comfortable and highly commendable Tigh-an-Truish Inn where we had good food and a well-deserved sound sleep before heading back to Oban for the easy way home - by train. It was an amazing trip and I just need to find another excuse to do something like it again next midsummer.