Just arrived in Fort William, in glorious weather.
I don't have time to write too much, as I'm on limited time at the Tourist Information Centre.
After a meltingly hot week heading up to Sheffield we were almost looking forward to cooler and damper weather. The novelty, however, wore off after about 2 miles of riding through lashing rain in deep puddles out of Sheffield, and into the Peak District.
By the time we reached Holmfirth, we were both soaking wet, and perishingly cold. After an hour drying out in a cafe, drinking endless cups of tea, we headed to Jack's Grandma's, for some extra warmth and further cups of tea.
By 1 o'clock, the rain had stopped and the sky looked brighter, so we cracked on through Huddersfield, Halifax and Kieliegh, into Skipton and the Yorkshire Dales - the spiritual home of terrible weather! As we camped at the bottom of Malham Cove the sky looked bleak, and rain looked imminent. We were lucky, however, and it stayed dry. Incidentally, we have not had any rain since that day.
We headed up through the hills of the Dales, cutting the top corner of the Lake District through Penrith, to Carlisle. We crossed the broder into Scotland in fine weather, crossing over on the ferry to the Isle of Arran two days later.
Arran is quite possibly the most beautiful place I have ever been, and I strongly recommend it. Having camped early, we went for a short walk, which turned into a 5-hour epic, climbing Arrans tallest peak, Goat Fell.
Passing some more beautiful Lochs along amazing roads, we now find ourselves in Fort William, where we have a proper bed for the night, couresty of Jack's brother, and his caravan somewhere nearby, which we must now try and find!
We now plan to head up into the north-west, described to us by someone the other day as 'bandit country', so it should be interesting. Hope the weather stays fine!
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