Day 2 - To Ballachulish - 107 miles
6 hours 15 minutes cycling
Awoke to the pitter-patter of rain on the window. Oh joy! This was all forgotten when a magnificent full breakfast was served, right down to the haggis-like black pudding. Local hero Hugh Miller had spawned many a pun the night before and so we left Andrew roaming the streets of Cromarty in search of a cup of Hugh Miller Tea. The team meanwhile set out into the storm and immediately hit problems. Rich fell off whilst getting on his bike - a schoolboy error. Undaunted, the plucky twosome struck out for Ballnachuilish 100 miles distant.
The intermittent showers were now interspersed with absolute downpours. Fearing a repeat of the demise of the wicked witch of the west ("I'm shrinking, I'm shrinking" etc) Scotty and Rich decided to 'do lunch' at the Glenmoriston arms at Invermoriston. The warm welcome was distinctly siberian - 'you can't come in with those shoes lads' was particularly cheering to the dripping duo. Anyway - food is food and the Sunday lunch worked wonders. The rain stopped, the wind blew from the north and the two were off like whippets. The miles flew by and Ballachulish arrived in short time. A Proper warm welcome this time - Strathassynt Guest House came up trumps with drying room (which we filled), bike store (ditto) and a myriad of other nice touches. Popped next store to the Laroch bistro and pub for a completely surreal but friendly evening with the locals. Not sure what they have for Sunday lunch but it's pretty mind bending on the evidence we saw...