DAY 19 Ullapool & Torridon
Thursday 22nd May
By 1.30am I was asleep in a layby just outside Ullapool, together with a number of other vans. I drove back into Ullapool, it seemed quite nice, similar to Stornaway. My original ferry booking had just arrived and there were lots of vehicles all queuing to head out of the town, fortunately in the opposite direction to me...
The scenery was breathtaking with several lochs, and mighty peaks...but this was surpassed when I eventually drove down the Torridon valley. Spectacular scenery with Ben Eigdhe and Ben Alligin on the north side, including their lieutenants. Eventually I paused at Torridon village and a little further on alongside Loch Torridon I found a perfect spot by the loch. For quite a while I read my book, with regular views across the Loch, as this was another eagle spot, apparently, none seen! The weather remained exquisite, but for how much longer?
I drove back to my previous spot for the night, but it had been taken! But fortunately there was enough space for my van, another example of the advantage of a smaller van.The guy already there had been mountain biking but was an experienced hiker / climber for 40 years...and he felt that on the UK mainland those views along the valley were the most dramatic he would send someone to, if there was only one choice! (The Cuillins being the best, of course not on the mainland).
Friday 23rd May

By 8am I was on the hoof, as planned...the peaks certainly looked imposing and beckoning...the route was clear, unlike some of the more remote hikes I'd done earlier on the adventure. Very soon a chap came downwards towards me....
We then ridge walked, and got chatting to two young lads loaded with climbing equipment...later we saw them on a pretty foreboding buttress, now...I'll stick to the scrambling!
We could've done a 3rd Munro, but it was an out and back, and by now some thin cloud had rolled in, no blue for the first time in weeks!We descended a challenging scree run, looking over and ultimately walking alongside a lochan, Coire...apparently used in some TV series, and described as the most beautiful tarn setting in the UK. Although I'm not sure about that one with ones I know in the Lake District.
We disturbed some red deer...lovely to see.
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We said our farewells and we both went separate ways...BTW Simon had an amazing 360 degree camera, an Insta X2...added to my list "for the next time" to conduct some research.
However, I had to experience the Applecross peninsula, but with a washout forecast tomorrow, would it be worth saving for another day?
Saturday 24th May
The forecast was a 2 day washout, in reality it was mixed, with sunny spells and occasional showers. So I set off around the peninsula...firstly carefully observing Loch Shieldaig for those eagles...not one! Great journey hugging the coastline, looking over towards Skye, so close as the crow flies, I'd come almost full circle...the islands probably viewed though were more likely to be Rona and Raasay....I stopped a few miles short of Applecross, and went for a wander onto a nice beach (not Harris standard) and followed the coastline to make it a round walk...a red deer stag suddenly startled, ran away from me, but then stopped and stared. Unfortunately I'd left my camera in the van...but returned (after sadly watching Sheff U lose again at Wembley in a play off final, not sad that they lost of course!) but he'd gone!

Applecross was busy, although I guess it's the only stopping / refreshment stop on the whole peninsula....and I think they'd been a cycling event too...the inn was fully booked for food, so it
Sunday 25th May

I really had no plans now, except to possibly see Stevie in Glencoe and ultimately go to Pete's somewhere near Oban?! However due to the lochs and general geography the driving was quite substantial, but easy tourist driving, and I was in no rush...firstly to negotiate the (not so at all) formidable Bealach na Ba (the pass over to Loch Kishorn)....it wasn't long before I messaged Pete and decided to arrive at his today....although the views were quite dramatic, the cloud was down, and I had no specific plans to stop anywhere en route. Loch after loch, I stopped for a coffee and some eats at the Pitstop at Kintail.
I pulled over near Port Appin to sadly watch the last Premiership round of the season...but decided I wasn't bothered...so headed to Pete's.
Pete (Nimmo) was part of the old Blackpool / Sixth Form / drinking crowd...the last time we met we think was in one of my Edinburgh fringe visits possibly in the late 90s. Pete sent me a postcode to plug into my Google Maps, and thank goodness!

During the period just before and including my visit there had been a pine marten (which apparently catch the grey squirrels), red squirrels, stag roe deer, woodpeckers, and an otter had cleaned out the carp from one of the water features.
It was great to see Pete, and we had much to talk about what had occurred in the intervening years, and reminiscing on those Blackpool days, and what had had happened to all those pals we had back in the day...

Pete's local was 7 miles away (he said 6!) via velo and gravel paths..so 3 pints and a Thai curry at the the Creagan Inn,we cycled home in near darkness with full lighting, and it reminded me how I used to enjoy those night club rides at Sheffrec in my early days, even in the depth of Winter...on return we stayed up till nearly 3am continuing those reminisces!
Monday 26th May
Both rather fuzzy the following morning, and we only had 5 drinks (how times have changed!)....Pete had planned a bike ride with a difference, with two ferries! So we set off to Port Appin, and arrived just as the skipper was breaking for his 2 hour lunch...we'd missed it! Not to worry, the forecast wasn't great, in fact it rained nearly all afternoon, and the forecast tomorrow was much better. We returned a different route to make more of a loop, and then decided to chill in the evening...an relatively lazy day! Pete baked a variety of vegetables topped with some lamb, which was delicious....served with a couple of beers....we watched Free Solo with Alex Honnold climbing El Capitan in the Yosemites without a rope, my sixth time, Pete's first, and my heart rate still escalates on that Boulder Gap segment...and the rest!
Tuesday 27th May
No rush in the morning, as the ferries dictated our start time, 2pm at Oban for
Lismore..but on a closer examination, clockwise was best for the route to align with the ferry timetables...so Oban bound first.
The last time I was in Oban was on day 2 on my adventure, hoping for a standby place on the Mull ferry. We arrived an hour early, so killed sometime by having some crayfish sandwiches at the dockside (white bread, not very appetising!)...
This was a small car ferry to Lismore (island) 55 mins....and then a few kilometres to a heritage centre that had a nice cafe. I had soup and a panini, as my plan was to set off as soon as we got back...
Lovely small island, with a single lane from top to bottom....so we continued
We rode back from the port, the same way as yesterday, and the weather today has been kind, and slowly improving with the higher peaks slowly becoming more visible...the views all through the route had been delightful, but the softer late afternoon light improved them too...
A quick shower, a cuppa, Strava sorted 🙄, van loaded, handshakes and farewells with a promise I'll definitely be back one day, and this time not a 25 year gap....and off I went to see someone else I had not seen for many many years....cracking 2 nights 3 days with Pete!
So now, and early evening 3 hour drive but where to?!
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