64 going on 14.......

Riding off road in the mud is fun, or rather, it can be fun. It can also be a pain in the backside but when the conditions are right you just can't beat a bit of dirty playing.

Being rather mild, and with the sun out, I ventured out on my Camino for a winter spin, starting off with a stretch long the canal near us. A good towpath surface, and with no dog walkers or anglers it was a fun blast riding alongside the canal. At the bridge I doubled back on the road on the opposite side and headed for the Wheelock Rail Trail, a short blast punctuated into two parts by the bypass. A few more dog walkers here, but people free after crossing the bypass, where I soon turned onto the canalside again. No smooth gravel path here, just some tracks in the grass with mud and fallen leaf debris. A couple of locks to ride up before exiting at Malkins Bank and following Betchton Road into Hassall, turning down Roughwood Lane and passing the Pottery Barn, before turning right to drop down and pick up the Salt Line at its midpoint break.

From here I headed into Alsager on the Salt Line, a smooth track as you would expect from a former rail line. I passed a few people as I cycled on, some cheerily acknowledging me, others being more miserable. At the end I crossed over into Cherry Lane, climbing up on the tarmac to head back on Sandbach Road before turning off onto Betchton Lane to head back to the Salt Line mid point. Here I rejoined the Salt Line in the other direction, back towards Hassall Green, seeing nobody and looking around me at all the glorious winter colours. At Hassall Green I turned right to pick up the canal again, and rode back on the firm(ish) muddy tracks alongside the water, over tree roots, avoiding the muddier lines, flying down the grassy slopes of locks and going cautiously down the cobbled sections.

All too soon I came off the canal to rejoin the Rail Trail and head back past Wheelock station, past the football club to exit the trail at Abbey Road. I rode along Salt Line Way, turning left into Moston Road and down the side of Bargain Booze / Select Convenience along Sandy Lane, into Elton Road and home. Just over an hour, it was a fun ride, occasionally bit of an effort up the odd hill but one of those days where it just feels good to be alive, and fortunate to be able to ride a bike along such great countryside. I'm 64, I feel 14 again. 

   

Autumn Tour Day 4 : Iona - Mull - Oban

I didn’t get a great deal of sleep for the second consecutive night, due to the strong winds battering my tent. Fortunately I’d pitched it well and there was no danger of it (and me) being blown away. I got up fairly early, I needed to be at the ferry terminal to catch the first ferry anyway and it was no fun lying inside the tent. I took the tent down carefully then went to the kitchen to fill my water bottles, where I came across a young girl from Colorado who’d pitched her tent after I arrived. We had a chat and I wished her safe travels. I set off for the ferry and waited its arrival from Fionnphort. Suddenly, like a crowd of zombies coming out of the woods, loads of tourists appeared from the street above the harbour and descended on the terminal, clearly they all had to catch the first ferry too! The other cyclist that was camping also turned up too, dragging his camping gear in a trailer behind him.

I watched the ferry as it arrived, feeling thankful that I wasn’t going to be stranded on the island for another day, lovely as the island was. I spent the journey below decks this time, and disembarked at the other end. According to my schedule the ferry I’d booked to Oban departed at 14:25, and it was just after 9:00 now. With 36 miles to cover I should have plenty of time, even allowing for the hills I knew I had to climb. The other cyclist had already set off, while I got my bike ready, took a photo of a couple of Highland cows that were in the car park and then set off. I had to stop in passing places every so often to allow the tourists in their cars and buses to go past me. I soon caught up with and passed the other cyclist.

The road rolled up and down into a strong wind as I passed Pottie again and continued through Bunessan, passing a primary school and war memorial. The wind was due to pick up at midday so I was hoping to get a crack on. I stopped at Port Nan Gael stores again for an early lunch then set off, passing the small herd of Highland cattle again. After passing the B road where I’d came in yesterday the main road carried on and started climbing. I knew there were a couple of steep climbs ahead, even more so than on previous days, so settled into a rhythm I hoped would get me over without tiring myself out. It was a fairly steady climb through stunning scenery, stopping every so often in passing places to allow traffic to pass. I used these stops to take a quick drink and to take the occasional photo.

The climbing went on and on for over 5 miles with many false summits, but eventually I spotted a gap in the mountains that heralded the summit of the climb, where I came to the Three Lochs viewpoint. Pausing for a photo, I set off again and encountered another cyclist going in the opposite direction, letting them know they were nearly at the top. There followed a long downhill which I enjoyed, aside from having to brake for cattle grids to avoid blowing out a tyre. The road eventually flattened out a little and turned south east somewhat surprisingly. I had to get my phone out and check where I was, fortunately I was still on the right route and still on track to get to Craignure ferry terminal well ahead of departure time.

I rode on, passing Loch Spelve and Inverlussa Mussel Farm, through Lochdon and past signs for Duart Castle. The miles were ticking down and I was fairly relaxed, knowing I had plenty of time in hand. A couple more climbs and I was in Craignure just before 1:30, riding through the village to the ferry terminal where I saw that a ferry was docked. I assumed this was an earlier ferry and rode up to the check in point to see if I had missed the check in time. Luckily I hadn’t and boarded the ferry, securing my bike and going up on decks to enjoy the journey. It was only then that I checked to see when the ferry would arrive in Oban and realised that this was the ferry that I’d actually booked, and it ARRIVED in Oban at 14:25! Departure was actually 13:35, and check in closed (in theory) at 13:05, while I was still riding. It was a good job I wasn’t aware of this earlier otherwise it would have been a very stressful ride!

Day 4 : 36 miles, 5¼ hours elapsed, 2,277 feet climbed

Autumn Tour Day 3 : Ardnamurchan - Mull - Iona

I woke early feeling very tired – with the strong wind the waves were rather too noisy for me and I struggled to get much sleep. I had to get up at 6:30 anyway to make the first ferry, in order to get to Iona in decent time. I was a little concerned about catching the ferry anyway, it was a passenger only charter to replace the usual ferry and I had mixed messages from Cal Mac regarding whether bikes were allowed or not. If not, I had no obvious plan other than to wait a couple of days for the normal ferry to return to service or go back the (very hilly) way I’d came. Whatever the outcome, I had to get to the ferry landing anyway, so packed my things away and headed off.

I got to the ferry landing and waited. Soon I could see the tiny boat coming across from Tobermory in the choppy sea, and fortunately as it got closer I spotted another cyclist on board. I was clearly ok to get on! Hoisting my bike on board, I took my luggage on and settled in for the choppy ride. We passed close to Tobermory lighthouse before entering the picturesque harbour of Tobermory itself, with its famous colourful houses by the quayside. Having disembarked, I passed the Tobermory Distillery Visitor Centre which I’d intended to stop at, however I hadn’t realised what time I’d be around, and wasn’t sure when it opened. Calling in at a local shop for a coffee and breakfast bap I thought I’d get a couple of miniatures there, however I was foiled by the Scottish Licensing Laws which prohibit the sale of alcohol before 10am, which coincidentally was when the Visitor Centre opened.

Thwarted, I set off up the hill out of the harbour. I was feeling tired and wasn’t sure if I’d make Iona that day, so I had a Plan B of camping at Salen on Mull if necessary. As I rode along I was treated to very scenic views of the Sound of Mull and the Morven peninsula, at one point three buzzards were circling above. I soon came upon Salen, much earlier than I’d expected, so decided to head south and push on for Iona. It was a bit of a climb to start with through woodland, but soon settled. I passed the pretty Scottish Episcopal Church at Gruline, and then rather worryingly came across a Road Closed sign. I decided to push on anyway, as I thought I ought to be able to at least walk past whatever the closure was. The woodland soon gave way to open views over Loch Na Keal, with the sun out and fluffy white clouds it was a spectacular sight.

A few miles down the road I came to the closure, where BT were replacing a telephone pole. I squeezed through this ok and carried on, coming across my first roadside milepost for the Iona Ferry – 32 miles. Several miles of flattish, quiet lochside road followed before I passed some huge, sheer cliffs on my left with signs warning of danger from rockfall. Shortly after this the road turned inland and climbed, and at one point I ended up pushing up a particularly steep bit, watched by three curious goats. As the gradient eased I remounted and climbed a bit more before reaching a summit, after which the road descended and I came across Loch Scridain. The road veered northwards for a while, and I passed several birdwatchers standing with binoculars in their hands.

Eventually the road reached a junction with the A849, where I turned west for Fionnphort. I crossed a lovely river by the Bridge of Beg then rode through another herd of Highland Cows, this time without any young calves. At Pennyghael I stopped at Port Nan Gael stores for refreshments, and here I received a notification from the Cal Mac app that tomorrow’s Iona ferry sailings may be disrupted or cancelled due to high winds. This gave me a new dilemma – do I continue to Iona and risk being stranded, do I find an alternate campsite on Mull for tonight? It was also very windy now – do I camp in this wind or find more solid shelter?

The last few miles to Fionnphort became more of the lumpy rollercoaster that I’d been used to, and seemed to drag on forever. I went through the pretty village of Bunessan and passed a turning for Pottie, shortly after which I noticed Loch Pottie on my left. I rode into Fionnphort and awaited the ferry. Looking at the weather forecast the high winds were due the following day at around lunchtime, and I should be long gone by then, so when the ferry arrived I wheeled the bike on and went on top to enjoy the 10 minute trip.

At Iona I waited for all the tourists (there were lots of them!) to get off before I too disembarked. Before I went to the campsite I had a ride around the northern part of the island, past the Abbey and Nunnery area which was crowded. I did a little shopping for provisions and gifts and then went to find the campsite. There was one other cycle camper when I arrived, and I wandered round the site looking for a reasonably sheltered place to pitch my tent. I couldn’t really find any, so went for what I thought was least exposed and set up. It would be interesting to see what the night would bring! 

Day 3: 52 miles, 8½ hours elapsed, 3,258 feet climbed