John O'Groats to Land's End - 1989

August 7th - Kyleakin to Garramore (30 miles)
More rain. We went into Broadfield to do some shopping at the  Coop. We got 
some soda bread for Julie and butteries for me and some dried fruit for both of 
us. Apart from this mission, the  town was a dead loss, so off we went over the 
hills. We passed another group on bikes and, when we stopped to de-cape, one 
of them caught up with us. He had a great red beard and gabbled at us 
incomprehensibly. Ah, we thought, a native speaking to us in the vernacular - 
and we were delighted to hear  the typical gutteral Gaelic sounds. But then we 
realised that he was just an Italian tourist trying to speak to us in English. Back 
on the road, we passed a coach in the ditch at Kilmore - lots of cursing motorists
Waiting for the ferry at Armadale Pier, we had a late lunch at the cafe and met a 
Canadian cyclist who had been touring the UK since April. Just past Morar we 
saw our first Highland Games - it looked like a series of portly gentlemen in skirts
carrying telegraph poles. On arrival at Garramore, we felt that we had only ridden
about five miles - getting fitter!                                                                     NEXT