I remember a photo I took of a friend once, mud was specked across his teeth and his blurred grin streaked across the shot. It was an action shot of him riding a muddy trail in the Cairngorms, the buzz obviously masking the taste of mud in his mouth. People like riding bikes. Riding bikes is just a fun thing to do I guess. Think about it – how many times do you pass someone on a bike and see them smiling at nothing in particular? Every time I see it it makes me smile too. Cycling also has a grim side but, by choosing an adventure near the limit of what you can achieve, can lend itself to endeavors of great personal challenge and fulfillment. And that’s the point: it’s a personal and individual challenge. One man’s walk in the park is another man’s walk though the garden of hell…but that saunter through Satan’s orchard can bear the most delicious fruit. Moments of shear elation creep up and release involuntary whoops for joy and moments of crystal clarity seem to put life in complete order and make any problems feel surmountable. These are the fruits of self inflicted labour and are what drive many adventurous cyclists on.
I met Dave Kinniburgh as I waited for the ferry across to Kintyre from Lochranza. Dave was cycling ‘side to side’ from the most easterly to the most westerly point on mainland Great Britain. A journey of 567 miles from Lowestoft in Suffolk to Ardnamurcan point in the Scottish Highlands. “I’ll be 67 next month” said Dave with only the tiniest bit of trepidation. He was travelling completely unsupported and, with no camping gear, was banking on finding safe and warm refuge at the end of each day. I could tell when looking into his face that he had walked through an orchard or two of his own, but Dave’s turmoil lay deeper than just a bike ride. He had undertaken this ride to raise money and awareness for Lymphoma Research Trust after he and his wife had lost a son to the disease. I can’t imagine the emotional journey Dave had experienced during endless hours in the saddle but it was plain to see that he had taken himself out of his comfort zone and was pushing himself towards his personal limits. Dave completed his goal and has raised over £4000 for Lymphoma Research Trust, to find out more about his journey or to donate some money please visit his just giving page.
Bikes are good when they have engines too. Interesting dude number 2 of my ferry ride to Kintyre is Adam Lewis. He was travelling with a few more horses than me and Dave – namely a trick DRZ650 kitted out for touring in the most remote places in the world. Adam has the tedious day job of guiding motorcycle tours round Northern India and Nepal for 7 months of the year but then appeases the monotony by spending the rest of the year travelling the world (literally – over 70 countries so far) on his beloved DRZ. I’ve always had a love for motorbikes and am sure I will tour on one some day but for now I am loving the pace and physicality of touring by bicycle and wouldn’t have swapped with Adam given the choice. That said – I did get a massive twang of jealousy as a motorcycle tour round India has long been on my list. I’m looking forward to picking Adam’s brains in the future about the logistics of such a trip. Adam also goes on cycling adventures and is a generally interesting bloke, he writes a blog about his experiences here which has some awesome photography and is well worth checking out.
Although enjoying chatting to my two new buddies I couldn’t wait to get pedaling that morning. The weather looked kind and the sun felt good on my skin. I settled in to the long climb out of Claonaig and narrowly missed a grass snake which was enjoying the slow baked tarmac. Someone was about to turn the oven off though as the thermostat plummeted down to somewhere near baltic and the wind picked up. By the time I got to Lochgilphead I was slipping in to the cycling trap of getting cold and hungry and doing nothing about it. It’s sometimes easier to just keep pedaling and only listen to your body when you hit a real low. As I was to learn quickly, this is not conducive to an enjoyable cycling trip in a region with such a changeable climate which hasn’t yet fully emerged from winter. My cycling tactics from this point would be characterised by smart clothing choices and frequent stops for food – eating before I got hungry. After a wardrobe change in the public loo and a visit to the shop to buy beige meat based products and chocolate, I sat on the picnic bench overlooking Lochgilp at Ardrishaig. Pinned to the table by a well chewed stick was the following note:
A dog leaving a note for his friend? Hope Malc didn’t forget the stick or he would be in big trouble! In my slightly bewildered state I found this hilarious and sniggered into my sausage roll as I looked out over the loch. What was I saying about cyclists smiling at nothing in particular? My legs felt weak for the next half an hour and I began to doubt my making it to Oban in time to have dinner with some friends I was dropping in on. They got going though and with the bit between my teeth I cruised up the A816 and rolled into Oban 10 minutes ahead of schedule. The road between Lochgilphead and Oban isn’t the most friendly of cycling roads – it is the main road and has some fast traffic – but I didn’t find it too bad and the scenery was fantastic. I had thought about making my way to Oban via Islay, Jura and Colonsay to avoid the main road but there are only two ferries a week and I didn’t have the time.
I spent the second night of my trip in hospital in Oban. Thankfully as a guest though, not a patient. The friends I dropped in on are both doctors so after a pint in the evening sun and dinner looking over the harbor we retired to their doctors accommodation, just past the A&E drop off. And as I got up the next morning to laze around and wait for my ferry they were long gone – off to swish through some wards and save some lives.
The next stage of my trip was the reason I went to Scotland – objective number 1 – ride the length of the Outer Hebrides. The weather reports were mixed but I had heaps of warm clothes, a sturdy tent and a couple of good legs…what could go wrong?
Day 2: 23rd Apr ’15
Location: Lochranza to Oban
Distance: 60 miles