Day 3= Stornoway-Armadale
Day 3= Outer Hebrides (Lewis & Harris)- Armadale (North Highlands)
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168 miles (13 hours including ferry (2hr45min) and stops)
It was an extremely restless night for me as I didn’t put any earplugs in in case I didn’t hear the alarm in the morning. But I was kept pretty much awake most of the night by either a corn crake (very rare but now way was I getting up to report it to the RSPB) or some weird frog/toad which DID NOT STOP making noise. Rab did not set his alarm as he was trusting mine to work.
So there was a lot of confusion when I heard Rab asking me
“what time did you set your alarm”
I replied
“3.45am”
He replies
“so why does my phone say it is 4.47am”
Confusion….simply confusion…I sit for a minute looking at my phone wondering why the alarm didn’t go off…it can’t be the right time..surely….then realisation hits….we are gonna miss the ferry…..
The whole reason we had booked the early morning ferry was because the afternoon one was full, so if we miss this one our only chance (at best) would be to get the evening ferry! What are we gonna do all day?
Rab snaps me back out of it and says “come on…lets go” I say “we’re fucked, we can’t make it, no way!” he says “come on…lets try anyway”.
Its 4.50am and we need to be at the terminal by 5.15am.
That’s 25 mins.
We’ve already calculated it takes between 45mins-1hour to pack and then 18 mins to get to the terminal.
Murray’s (efenevy) words from yesterday about how strict the ferry staff are still rattling around in my head as I think again…we’re fucked…why didn’t my alarm go off????....and I go into autopilot.
Its wet (morning dew) and the midges are out…in force…but we don’t have time to thin about how wet stuff gets or being bitten alive.
Gear on
Sleeping stuff rolled up.
Tent dismantled
Bikes packed.
We are on the road for 5.10am, our visors are fogged up and the light is causing a problem with visibility so we take it easy…plus just as we set-off a police car that has been parked about 50meters on the road from us suddenly puts its lights on on sets off in the opposite direction…was it waiting for us?
We make it to the ferry terminal for 5.24am….only 9 minutes late…will they let us on?
I get off the bike and run up to the 2 staff and plead with them…explain what has just happened, they are going through the final checklists (presumably allocating anyone on standby the places eg ours that haven’t been taken up).
They tell me to follow the bus lane (wrong way) and park at the end (blocking it) and they will try and get us on after they have boarded everyone else.
There is no way I am parking at the end of a bus lane blocking it facing the wrong way, so I pull up in front of the other bus lane going the right way, but this appears to be the standby lane and the staff member seems unhappy with me..I plead ignorance and give him the tickets and boarding cards…next thing we are being asked to board (first)…SORTED!!!
We make sure the bikes are PROPERLY secured this time..doesn’t really matter though as this bunch seem much more adept at tying down the bikes than the last lot.
Upstairs for breakfast, then we sleep for the rest of the journey.
Docking at Ullapool and the bikes have remained upright…PHEW…
And the weather is fantastic…wall to wall sunshine so we decide to unpack the bikes, dry off the wet gear and chill for a while
By lunchtime we then head up north
At this stop when I started the bike the engine management warning light came on, I was thinking…”oh no…has the fall on its side done something?”

But later realised that starting sometimes caused a backfire, which put the light on. Switching off and waiting a while seemed to fix it and it started no problems after that.
Durness for lunch
then on to a place after Bettyhill called Armadale….Rab’s favourite of the whole trip
The midges were out in force whilst I inspect my damaged screen
I even thought I had found my princess…..
Up the hill to watch the sunset (Rab Posing)
You can see why Rab loves this place
