Day 11 Lochs Locks and Ducks

Day 11 Mallaig to Kinlochewe: 86 miles

Up early today to catch the ferry over to Skye. I include the picture below not just to demonstrate my washing prowess in the face of adversity but as a tribute to my trusty sucker hangers which I left on these very windows despite having just taking a picture of the sucker scene! A great blow to me and my morale was only lifted by the realisation that with the end of the trip in sight my washing duties were coming to an end.

Onto the early morning ferry from Mallaig to Skye

A ten mile cycle into the wind to be rewarded by a view of the bridge.

A view down onto the lighthouse from the bridge.

It would appear that the isolation of this love lock suggests not a lot of loving is going on on Skye or they are too mean to get a love lock to symbolise the true nature of marriage. Read what you want in to that last sentence!

I thought this scene would set off the elegant lines of My Little Rhino.

Who decides what sign should go where. Is there a massive government department thinking these things up so the bleeding stupid can be made aware of the bleeding obvious. Sorry about that outburst but WTF is going on.

A house for sale, property very cheap in this area but then the commute time to Waterloo is 17 hours.

I think the sheep shot of the day in my books.

Starting to feel extremely north when you are cycling into areas that sound like they come out of the shipping forecast.

How the mighty fall. Fred the shred was driving this as part of his penance. If only that were true!

Thank heaven for the European Community. Without them the countryside would be even more devoid of signs. Where do they get their money from to keep on investing? Hmm need to think more about that.

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At the end of a long day John already in the hotel on his birthday in his birthday suit. Not sure a greeting that the owners of the hotel wish to afford their guests. I did make a formal complaint.

Startled dear looking at a bald man in bright yellow taking a picture of them.

The final wash sans sucker hangers. Surely Peak Tours will want this as promo picture.

Birthday boy with a stuffed duck on his lap. Possibly the most surreal picture of the trip.  At the end of an 86 mile day with a lot of climbing we chose to buy two rounds at once rather than make the long slog from table to bar and back again.

And that was the day that was from the Peak Tours Front Line.