robjh
Legendary Member
- Location
- Cambridgeshire - almost Essex
Well they weren't lying about the storm. I sailed effortlessly and at high speed the 11 miles to the junction at Achnasheen, where I was almost blown off my bike by the wind coming up the valley from Kinlochewe. It was hard to stand up, and when I remounted it actually did blow me off. I knew then that carrying on in this direction was not an option.
I went into the nearby hotel for a coffee and met two other pairs of cyclists facing the same dilemma. We chatted for a couple of hours while the storm raged, until the German pair went off to catch a train to Kyle of Lochalsh, and I decided to head back to the comforts of Gerry's hostel. The other couple were Anna and Neil from Leeds who booked into the bunkhouse at the hotel, aabandonning their plans of reaching Applecross.
The 11 miles back took me 2 hours, as clouds raced above my head and the wind whipped up breakers on the small lochs I passed. But it had stopped raining, it wasn't too cold and I still enjoyed it.
So now I'm back where I started this morning, with a grand total of 22 miles ridden. It's still a jolly hostel, filling up with new people, including yet another cyclist Nerys who was defeated by the wind a few miles east of here and hitched a lift bike and all. It's been quite a windy time!
I went into the nearby hotel for a coffee and met two other pairs of cyclists facing the same dilemma. We chatted for a couple of hours while the storm raged, until the German pair went off to catch a train to Kyle of Lochalsh, and I decided to head back to the comforts of Gerry's hostel. The other couple were Anna and Neil from Leeds who booked into the bunkhouse at the hotel, aabandonning their plans of reaching Applecross.
The 11 miles back took me 2 hours, as clouds raced above my head and the wind whipped up breakers on the small lochs I passed. But it had stopped raining, it wasn't too cold and I still enjoyed it.
So now I'm back where I started this morning, with a grand total of 22 miles ridden. It's still a jolly hostel, filling up with new people, including yet another cyclist Nerys who was defeated by the wind a few miles east of here and hitched a lift bike and all. It's been quite a windy time!
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