Day 13 Slow Cats and P Stops

Ullapool to Durness: 67 Miles

Wide open spaces get even wider and more open!

This is seriously north now.

The lamb shot of the day.

 Small houses that speak of a time where life was harder in these parts.

Place names that defy pronunciation.

Organic free range deer.

Bleak castles and strongholds.

This really means we are far oop north. Not seen one of these signs in the New Forest!

Perhaps I got the meaning of this sign wrong but where needs must...  The bent posture is something other male cyclists who wear bib bottoms will associate with in order to get at their wedding tackle. Such is the price of looking fantastic in lycra.

Pink granite.

Grand views litter this landscape and are waiting around each bend.

The summit of one the last climbs of the tour. One man and his LIttle Rhino stand and survey all they have conquered at an admittedly slow pace!

The view from my B&B in Durness. Blink and you are through Durness one of the most isolated places I have been to in the UK. Winds up to 150mph have been recorded here with spray from massive waves clearing 100m high cliffs, thankfully not at this time of year.

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