Up on a bright Friday morning to head
off on our annual trip to Applecross. I'd been working late the day
before so hadn't even done any packing. Usually, I tend to leave
early for trips and end up sitting on my own waiting for the others
to arrive, so instead did some housework, cut my grass, and went
shopping. Eventually left about 12:30 for the familiar 200 mile (320
km) trip to Applecross. Look at my post from last year to see a
map of the route.
One disadvantage of leaving at this
time is that the traffic is much heavier and all the 'slow drivers'
are out. This meant that it was a slow drag all the way to Fort
William behind a succession of Honda Jazzes and Nissan Qashquis being
driven by elderly drivers at 35 mph (56 km/h).
I stopped in Fort William to fill up,
(it's roughly half-way point), then it was back on the road to sit in
a queue behind a camper van, also doing 35 mph.
Eventually got past it, and the ride
up to Applecross was fairly quiet and uneventful. Once I got there I
found Terry, mr combo, Stuart, and Gareth. We also met Dave, who had
been there last year on his bike, but this year he had come in a car
with his family.
Gareth's Kawasaki, Stuart's Yamaha, and my Skorpion
Stuart with mr combo's Triumph (left), and the other bikes
Gareth's very shiny Kawasaki KLE 500
Upper pic: Terry's Skorpion. Lower: Gareth and Stuart with Stuart's Yamaha FJ1200
There were also a lot of Nortons (and others) there
for the rally mentioned on Gino's blog
Cool tank badges on this BMW
This Norton had a wonderful collection of transfers (not stickers!) on its home made panniers.
Yes, that's a tow bar. It had a trailer as well.
We spent Friday evening having a good
meal in the Flower Tunnel, the campsite's bar/restaurant, and
generally just talking rubbish. We later wandered down to the pub for
a drink, then back to the campsite.
It rained overnight, but had dried by
the time we got up on Saturday morning, where fortified by the free
breakfasts we got for booking early, we went for a walk, first to the
shop a couple of miles away, then to the pub, popular with passing riders.
A rare beast indeed! A Yamaha GTS 1000. British registered, which makes it even rarer.
Who would guess that the BMW R1200GS is the biggest selling bike in Britain!
Honda Crosstour - Hadn't seen one of these before.
Then to the Walled Garden café
at the end of the bay. The day had been bright and dry, if not
actually sunny, and very pleasant for just walking about looking at
things. On the way back to the campsite we saw a man and a girl
looking intensely at a bush next to the path. There was a stoat (I
thought it was a weasel) harassing some wrens. The younger birds were
too young and stupid to fly off, so the mother wren, assisted by some
finches were trying to drive the stoat away. I was surprised that
different types of bird would work together against a common enemy,
and that all this would take place about 2 metres away from us.
Eventually we left them to sort it out, and wandered back to the
campsite for a good look at the bikes there.
It
had started to rain by teatime, so it was back to the 'Flower Tunnel'
for something to eat, then mr combo produced a cake.
This
had been produced to celebrate the 20th
anniversary of the South of Scotland Section of the MZ Riders Club,
in which mr combo and I had been involved in the formation. However,
all of us (except Terry) had left the Club after it had changed from
a riding/touring club into a classic club more focussed on the earlier 2 stroke models. The cake had
been intended for this year's SoS Section Rally, but as no-one had
told mr combo when and where it was, the cake ended up at Applecross.
Nevertheless, it was thoroughly enjoyed by us and some of the Norton
riders present.
The
rain had become fairly heavy and continued to be so through the
night, enough to wake me a number of times, and it was a very drizzly
and windy morning that greeted us on Sunday. Although we could have
had free breakfasts again, we decided to leave early for home. This
was one of the most miserable rides I've ever experienced, and going
over the Bealach-na-Bá
was very scary. The mist was right down (5 metres visibility) and the very strong crosswinds
made things difficult. Near the summit, the wind was so strong that I
honestly thought I would either be blown over or off of the road. I
was reduced to putting my feet down and 'walking' the bike slipping
the clutch in 1st
gear. It got better once over the summit, but it stayed wet and windy
all the way home. Things went well until I got to Glencoe and joined
the back of a very long, slow moving queue. I slowly made my way past
the queue of traffic, which must have been about a mile long and
travelling at no more than 30 mph. At the head of the queue was a
'convoy' of 3 campervans driving so close together no-one could
overtake. I eventually got past them and onto the next challenge –
Rannoch Moor. The moor is very exposed and the strong cross winds
once again made riding very difficult. At one point I was nearly
grounding the footrests trying to ride in a straight line. Eventually
I got to Tyndrum, where I had to stop for petrol. This took so long
that by the time I left, the 'campervan convoy' had caught up with me
and I had to join the back of the now 2 mile queue. Luckily, they went
straight on at Crianlarich, where I turned south to Loch Lomond.
The
ride down Loch Lomond was fairly uneventful, still very wet, but at
least the hills shelter you from the wind. From there it's an easy
ride home with only some excitement crossing the Erskine Bridge in
the crosswind.
I
got into my house and was pleased to find that other than a small
patch on my t-shirt where I hadn't tucked it into my trousers, I was
completely dry inside my waterproofs. Let's hear it for Gore-Tex!
I
was so tired due to disturbed sleep during the night, and the sheer
physicality and concentration required for the journey home, that I
fell asleep for 4 hours!
Weather
on the journey back aside, I had really enjoyed myself and it was
good to meet up with people and see lots of interesting bikes. Just
hope it's a bit dryer next year!!
Stuart (who was sensible enough to leave on Saturday and avoid the bad weather) has posted on his blog and Gino has posted on his.
Very nice post Norman. The trip had a bit of everything by the looks of it. I´ve never been to Applecross but judging by the photos and the rather romantic name it must be worth all that driving behind elderly slow folk. Glad you made it home safely - pretty gripping stuff there! One of these days maybe you´ll blog about exactly WHAT rubbish was talked, though that might be a closely guarded biker secret. Nice cake too!
ReplyDeleteThe 'rubbish' we talk is just that - inconsequential rubbish! Mostly just about motorbikes, trips we've been, etc. It's not like we're plotting the downfall of the Western world or anything like that! (The bankers seem to have achieved that already!)
ReplyDeleteIt was very good to get away and meet up with people, and being caught behind slow drivers, and riding in bad weather is the price we pay for it. Applecross is a wonderful place (in the right weather!), and well worth a visit, but it's a long way from Spain!