Day 13 - Invermoriston - Bonar Bridge

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It seems that after many miles of separation, end-to-enders are funneled through the same routes in Scotland. We were pleased (and slightly smug) to realise that we were faster than the ones we encountered, whether it be on the relative flat of loch-side cycling, or up the brute of a hill that marked our departure from Loch Ness. 1 mile, 15%, wishing for even lower gears.

Day 13 was notable for the return of moorland and hills, as opposed to lochs and mountains, as we headed towards the east cost of northern Scotland. We still didn't see any red squirrels, despite more signs warning us about them. Ben did eat a kilo of mussells for lunch though.

Speaking of earth's creatures, we saw far fewer dead ones by the side of the road in Scotland than in England. The roads are quieter, but also further apart - our furry and feathered friends are presumably more able to avoid them.

59 miles. More sunny weather. Our first little accident, as Ben broke too quickly and Gareth tumbled. Gareth's battered body bounced up and lived to survive another day.

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Photos

A viewpoint
It depends upon your point of view

Bonar Bridge
nuff said

Comments

[Fraggle]

Bonar!
Fnurr fnurr

[Sanj]

Gareth's bike fall
I am amazed that Gareth only had one fall. I recall him breaking collar bones with regular occurence at school through various mishaps - one involved a hedge, a tree, a gravelled surface, a broken cycle helmet and Gareth's face.