An astoundingly beautiful ferry ride on a clear blue May morning took me to Stornoway in the Outer Hebrides. From there it was a long, tough slog into the wind through some austere and rocky landscapes. This is what cycling on the moon is probably like, only at least there’s no wind there.
En route to Plocropol – which sounds more like a Soviet-era government department than a lovely little campsite with views over the Minch – I saw the above sign, which reminded me of the notorious Rookhope Incident, when Si, Mark, Martin and I did the C2C in 1998.
Miles today: 41
Miles since Cape Wrath: 149