Keoldale – Cape Wrath – Unapool
4374 feet climbed
2343 calories burnt
Words really cannot describe the view that we woke up to this morning, in fact any of what we saw today so once I have internet I will upload as many photographs as possible, although even they don’t do it proper justice!
After breakfast, Dad and I set off to find where the ferry jetty was to take us over to Cape Wrath. It turned out it was about 800 meters from where we had camped over night. We got there just as one boatload were being taken over (about 8 people per journey in a little tiny motor boat!). It only took 15 minutes for it to go out and return, and we were ready for our turn on the ferry. John, the ferry man was absolutely lovely; he loaded our bikes on first, treating them with so much care. We then got on and four other pedestrians accompanied us across. It was only £8 return, per person and the ferry man said we could pay him when we got back, so we were ready for the off.
The minute we were on our bikes the climb out of the bay was catastrophic, a single track steep road with broken up concrete and lots of scree did not bode well for the 12 mile journey out to Cape Wrath. The whole cycle out was incredibly difficult, we should have hired mountain bikes but hindsight is a wonderful thing. We powered on and we were rewarded with amazing views. Again, the scenery was that spectacular I can’t even begin to explain, put it this way – it helped to take the pain away!
On reaching Cape Wrath, we spotted the lighthouse, it was surrounded by eager looking cyclists. I didn’t realise, but Cape Wrath to Dover is also a popular route instead of LEJOG! The group was from Nottingham and they had been transported out by bus to the lighthouse and were about to set off on there 1,100 mile journey.
Dad and I were looking at the lighthouse and taking the obligatory photo, when we were joined by a lady and her son on a tandem. The Dad and another son on another tandem also pitched up, we found out that they had just finished the Dover to Cape Wrath jaunt. After a piece of lemon cake and coffee at the café (yes – there is a café at the most North Westerly point on the British mainland) we set off back. The journey back was much better, took us half the time, and we arrived at the ferry in time for the man to take us back!
We had lunch back where we had camped the night, more lovely sandwiches and a very clean motorhome were welcoming us. As we had had a very difficult morning we planned to just reach Unapool for the evening stop.
The scenery from Keoldale down to Unapool was absolutely amazing, imagine the Lake District, the Peak District, in fact every national park in England on steroids. I’m not even going to bother describing it because my poor literary skills would do it no justice at all. Please just hang tight for the photographs – I promise they will be worth the wait.
All I will mention is that we stopped in Scourie for a much needed choc-ice and met the Motorhome a couple of miles outside of Unapool parked in a view point car park. Left over curry was for dinner, with another bottle of wine and we were ready for bed!