It was cold, sunny and windy on the
crossing and once off at the other side I set off with a strong tail
wind. It was easy cycling but I knew I’d have to pay the price
later. With the sun out it was surprisingly cold. The tail wind made
the riding much easier but hill climbs were still as difficult. The
old metal mileposts were interesting as they gave the distances to
Iona and Salen. My original plan was to pass through Salen tomorrow
but it turned out that I’d reach it today.
Ferry
back on Mull
Loch Scridain was to my
left and a lot of white water was blowing across its surface due to
the wind. After about 19miles I reached the east end of the loch
where I turned left to head into the full force of the gale. The
road was still single track but much quieter as I’d left the main
route in from the Craignure ferry. I was on the B8035 and just stuck
with it into the wind using a lower gear. It’s my first ride with
the Rohlof conversion to an external box gear change. It makes no
difference at all while riding and operating the gears but would if
I had a puncture and had to remove the rear wheel.
Approaching Bunessan
The gear cable
disconnection would be much easier. I left the loch side and headed
into woodland and up the Glen Seilesder. The road wasn’t too steep
and just a steady climb with no nasty surprises. The trees helped by
giving some shelter from the wind. Over the summit I left the trees
behind and passed through an impressive high valley. I’d passed this
way before but in the opposite direction. The descent opened up a
new vista of views of Loch Nakeal. The descent took a winding route
until I reached the loch side where the road has to stay close by
the loch as the northern slopes of Ben More drop straight down into
the loch.
On the
descent to Loch Nakeal
The wind was still strong and helping me along. My
original plan was to camp somewhere along the loch side but I’d made
good time and decided to continue towards Salen and keep an eye open
for a suitable pitch. I reached Salen and joined the main A848 road
towards Tobermory. As I rode along the rain started. Light at first
then much heavier. When I’d left all the buildings behind I noticed
at promontory protruding into the Sound of Mull. By the road was a
small stream which looked reasonably clean and when I checked the
possible pitch it turned out to be ideal. I pitched the tent in
drizzle and was glad to get inside and prepare my tea.
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