We were off bright and early again with two bowls of cereal in us. It wasn’t long before we hot our biggest hill to date. The landlady at Lancaster had asked us if we were going through somewhere with a name that seemed unpronounceable to me. I soon recognised this as Drumnadrochit and the hill was the biggest so far as we climbed over The Aird. It is only when you start to drop again that you realise just how high the climb was. The descent down to (and the views of) the Beauly Firth told us just how high we had climbed. I also had my fastest descent here, reaching 42 mph. We dropped down into rolling countryside and made our way to Dingwall where Susan was meeting us to give us some support over the last few days, and to help with the logistics of getting home again.
From Dingwall we made for the A9 and then onto the B9176 to Bonar Bridge. We found the A( somewhat mad after the quiet roads and it brought to mind a conversation with a Leeds teacher we had met when riding out from Loch Ness. He had ridden up to JoG from Leeds and told us that the A9 out from Inverness was the worst bit of road he had ridden.
Again we had climbs in the afternoon but were again rewarded with magnificent views over the Dornoch Firth and faster descending.
We turned off the main road at Bonar Bridge to take the 5 miles of minor roads to Carbisdale Castle. This was somewhere that we were looking forwards to and we were not disappointed. Sat in luxurious surroundings after dinner we discussed the route for the next day. Were we heading for the north coast and Bettyhill, or were we going up the shorter A9 towards Helmsdale? In then event, the A9 won and we phoned around to find accommodation in Lybster the following night.
From Dingwall we made for the A9 and then onto the B9176 to Bonar Bridge. We found the A( somewhat mad after the quiet roads and it brought to mind a conversation with a Leeds teacher we had met when riding out from Loch Ness. He had ridden up to JoG from Leeds and told us that the A9 out from Inverness was the worst bit of road he had ridden.
Again we had climbs in the afternoon but were again rewarded with magnificent views over the Dornoch Firth and faster descending.
We turned off the main road at Bonar Bridge to take the 5 miles of minor roads to Carbisdale Castle. This was somewhere that we were looking forwards to and we were not disappointed. Sat in luxurious surroundings after dinner we discussed the route for the next day. Were we heading for the north coast and Bettyhill, or were we going up the shorter A9 towards Helmsdale? In then event, the A9 won and we phoned around to find accommodation in Lybster the following night.
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