Monday 26th May 2019. It was still raining outside when I woke, but my things were mostly dry after the previous day’s rain. Today’s plan was in two parts: first, get to Arran; second ride a loop round the north part of the island. However I was booked into the youth hostel in Lochranza, and the possibility that a long ride in the pouring rain wasn’t going to be that much fun entered my head.
Over breakfast I met the others staying at the B&B. One couple was cycling north, reversing my previous day’s route, while I would cover some of their’s. We chatted about routes, and with the others who were also touring with engines; and then about past tours … none of us in any great hurry to leave the nice warm house and head out.
Eventually I said goodbye, packed my things, loaded the bike up. The earlier rain had eased off, but the forecast was for more.
I rounded the corner facing the harbour, where the yachts were still moored but boats were moving large floats out to mark the course.
It was bank holiday, and the road was quiet – which was a relief. The next section was on A road. Not like a “green” road in the south east, but still national speed limit and busier than my last few days.
9km later, nothing bad had happened and I turned left after the ferry terminal for Islay, and onto a small road again. This went up, pretty steep without much break for quite a while. Until I found a couple in a camper, pulled over and looking at the engine. I asked if they were all OK, as if my bike repair kit was going to help. Apparently it had made a worrying noise, but seemed to be OK when they came past a little while later.
At the top I could see a good distance, despite it being wet, including a wind farm. I paused for photos, but not so often as I had a ferry to catch – and didn’t fancy a long wait for the next one.
The road then turned down, into a long, sweeping descent. A little braking to keep in controlled in the wet, and to let cars by on the single track; and a little pedalling for a rise, but in the end I was down at the ferry terminal in good time.
I joined the walkers in a shelter, and waited for the ferry to arrive. It is only a short crossing from Claonaig. The ferry was correspondingly basic, with just deck space. The wind had got up now and while the sea wasn’t rough there was a bit more wave than I’d seen so far this trip.
Off the ferry, I rode up to the youth hostel to drop off my panniers – my plan being much like for Mull, to make the ride easier by dropping off the extra weight. The hostel wasn’t open, but had somewhere to put things. I decided that the loop was worth a go – so headed back towards the ferry terminal. There I found a sandwich shop, which the cyclists at the B&B had recommended – and indeed provided a tasty and warm blue cheese and chutney sandwich which I ate in the bus shelter.
Heading off round the island, anti-clockwise I got about 1km before it felt like a slog – rain being driven by a headwind. An oystercatcher called as I paused, checking my map, realising I had a fair bit more of this before it became a side-wind. Answer: a fair way.
My resolve weakened – the trip round the island would be more fun without the driving rain. There was a castle, a coastline, a craft show and a distillery that could be explored instead. So that’s what I did.
As I turned, it felt like the rain had stopped – it was being blown past me rather than onto glasses any more.
The castle was an interesting ruin. Photogenic crows circled over it. There was a dungeon that was deeply dark, and felt quite intimidating even without a door.
Then I turned off down a side road, that didn’t head to another town. And soon found some red deer grazing on the golf course.
There was also a shaded stream, with a little fall, reflections. The a little further on the road ran by the shore – with dried seaweed contrasting with white stones and yellow gorse.
The road turned into a track, then a path. I paused to spend some time exploring one little section of the rocks, flowers and waves. Making pictures of details, blurring the waves and relaxing into observing more closely.
Then, I turned and headed back the way I had come. The community centre had an art exhibition, and I spent some time enjoying locals’ work. Then the final obvious thing to do was visit the Arran distillery. I tied the bike up outside, and saw that I was in good company with several other groups of cyclists coming and going.
We had a dram, watched a video, and took a tour of the facilities. On the way out we saw a golden eagle soaring high over the hill. I’d have bought a bottle, but my panniers were already full.
Then back to the hostel to check in and clean up. I helped another cyclist get her bar bag off – she had taken the route I’d be planning, and her hands were too cold for fiddly straps.
The next day I had a ferry to catch to connect with a train, so I binned the finished-with toiletries and map print-outs, dried the last damp things and sorted my bags out for the morning.
I went to the one hotel / bar in town that seemed to do supper – quite crowded, but they fitted me in. I finished my meal with a glass of the Côte-Rôtie whisky. Then took a slow walk along the waters edge to take a phone call with some bad news about Phoebe, one of our pets. Then, back to the hostel to remember her.
A sad ending to a day that hadn’t gone quite to plan but had nonetheless taken in a good ride, time with my camera, and exploring this corner of Arran. Along with Mull, I’d happily come back and see more another time.
Ferries taken: 1
Distance ridden: 34km, 350m climb