At Tarbert we went to the cafe and squeezed in along with a hundred walkers also trying to crowd into the tiny cafe in an attempt to get some shelter. A huge piece of cake set us up for the next leg of the journey.
Up to Ardrishaig on the A83 which wasn’t too busy, where we picked up the Crinan Canal towpath.
Back on the B8025 towards Kilmartin the house martins were in abundance, swooping and diving in front of us as we sped along, master flyers skimming the ground before shooting up into the sky and then diving again. Kilmartin looked interesting, I would have liked to stay longer. Surrounded by ancient burial sites and stone circles, it has been a place of settlement for thousands of years. Sadly we only had time for a quick coffee at the museum cafe before heading off.
The next section should have been fabulous but the weather was so poor it was miserable. We followed the coast up and ever up, on the edges of lochs with mountains and glens aplenty. We were soggy. Our bags were soggy. We decided to forget any idea of camping, not that we saw any sites, and keep going to Oban. We rolled into the town at eight o’clock. We had landed on the mainland at ten that morning. Most of that time had been in the saddle. We were tired. We quickly found an acceptable B&B, went to the Tartan Tavern which had an interesting concept of tartan and leather wall coverings and two very large screen tv’s showing football which cheered Mick up. A couple of pints of Old Speckled Hen and a whisky each was quite sufficient to send us off to the land of nod.
Stats
Miles: 64
Beers: 2 (me) 4 (Mick) Whiskies 4
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