After a scrumptious breakfast looking out over the loch we packed the frost covered bikes and made ready to leave for the 220 mile run to Campbeltown at the bottom of the Mull of Kintyre.
The morning dawned crisp and clear. It was chilly but stunning.
We rated the Strontian Hotel 10/10. We could not find one fault at all. It ticked all our boxes and more. I came with no expectation. I left loving the place and will return with Debbie in October.
The road up the east side of the peninsular is another single track road but not quite as winding as that on the west.
We stopped to take a rest in the warm sun for a while in a sheltered spot before pressing on to the Commando Memorial at Spean Bridge. What a place. The impressive sculpture of three men stares out across their training grounds to Ben Nevis and its accompanying mountains. Close by is a memorial ground for old warriors to lie in peace. It is a moving place in a very well chosen location. More on the memorial can be found here.
Still with thoughts in my head about what I had just seen we struck south through Fort William, Oban and down the Argyll coastal scenic route. We passed through the fishing town of Tarbet and entered the Mull of Kintyre. (I bet you are humming the tune!!) The weather clouded over and the temperature dropped once more. A few spots of rain fell.
After a long day in the saddle we have arrived at the Gowenlea guest house in Campbeltown.
Now this is a well appointed place. There is a guest lounge that has been very well stocked with fruits and snacks, tea and coffee. The host comes from Whitley Bay. So close to where I used to live in Seaton Delaval. His mum used to work in the same factory mu dad did. You can’t make this stuff up.
I will do a better review in the morning as I am knackered and a bit stiff after todays ride but this country continues to astound me with its scenery, its people and its roads. What a place!
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