The weather gods decided that wind and rain was to be the motifs for the trip, so my 5-6 day dawdle up the islands turned into a heads down 3 day grind (mostly).
Took the train from Glasgow to Oban the the ferry to Castlebay, Barra. Disembarked in the pishing rain and, after a quick stock up at the Co-Op, I made my way down to the start (Vatersay).


Met a couple of fellow cyclists (paniered up) and stopped to chat, they were doing the HW too... Some loose arrangement to meet on the Eriskay ferry was made...
It was getting on a bit and I was 'bikebacking' so I'd spied a spot near a sheep pen that looked good on the way down and stopped there and pitched up... only to realise that the wind was too strong and it wasn't a good stop... Looked around and decided, inside the sheep pen was the best option... Pegs were only 2/3rds in at best and it took a bit of jiggery pokery to get a half decent set up. With the dark descended, the rain pishing and the wind 3 sheets it was nothing but crawl into the sleeping bag and try and get to sleep... At 3 am the wind was pretty strong and I began to worry about the tent being blown apart. I spent about an hour holding the pole up before admitting defeat and packing up.
At around 5am I was on the road. Back up the road to Barra then the coastal (LH) route, along 780, to Northbay and the Eriskay ferry. Luckily my early start meant I caught the 7am one, yay... As I was getting on i got a 'hello again' from one of the ferrymen. We'd passed in the dark as he was walking to his car and I'd said hello (the wind meant I don't know if he replied...).
On the ferry were three other cyclists. A couple intent on getting to Leverburgh and a guy set on the Butt that day... I kept schtum, I was going as far as I felt before stopping....
So, Eriskay and its not even 8am, best get going again then. South Uist. Benebecula. Grimsay. It was all a bit of a blur, rain and wind, until I hit Moorcroft at the bottom of North Uist around 4 pm... A sign said Campsite & Bunkhouse. I was at the start of a hill (I couldn't see how far it went), there was a strong headwind in my face. I weakened. I could just go ask if they had a sheltered pitch... The woman said we have a bunkhouse, £20... that was all it took, done! Had it all to myself. A shower, a gourmet meal (crisp baps!) and turned in early done in.
A slow start the next day (but the wind had died down and the sun was up!).


Set off just before 8.30. It was almost pleasant! Met a guy on a Canyon full susser 'on tour' (at the Co-op, Sollas) and shot the breeze for a bit before heading off to the ferry to South Harris. Which I missed by about 15 minutes, bugger. After a cheese bap and some millionaires shortbread I still had an hour and a half to kill so took a wee dander. Damn, there's a tearoom/cafe/restaurant just up the road and round the corner I could've had a real meal! Still a pot of tea was welcome.
Waiting for the ferry Chris & Agi (we'd met on Vatersay) turned up just in time. Wrong ferry but we made it!
As we were headed the same place (Tarbert) we teamed up and I tried to talk them into staying at Rhenigidale Hostel...
South Harris, quick stock up at the community shop and off we set. Even stopped a couple times to take photos!



It was steady-ish until the real hill (and the rain) started. It pished, again. We made it to Tarbert the back of half five. Any intentions of getting to Rhenigidale were gone as by the time I'd had food it wouldn't leave much daylight. I succumbed to the lure of a warm, dry hostel, food, a beer and some chat...
Last day I'd decided I was just going to push on to the Butt. It was nice early on (I was tempted to break out the shorts!) so headed off around half eight (again). The two "Levenburgh" cyclists from the Eriskay ferry passed me on the hill out of Harris... Bumped into them again, later, in Stornoway...

About the crossover between Harris and Lewis it started pishing again. But only heavy showers on and off for an hour or two... By the turn off to Callanis it was brightening up with just a lighter shower every now and again.

At the Callanish Visitor Centre I decided to stop and have my only second proper/hot meal of the trip. And my one excursion, to the stones.


Man, I love them stones.
However, I still needed to make the Butt. The weather had improved (I even took off my waterproofs!) and headed north. All was good until Bragar when it started pishin (again). A quick restock at the Bravas filling station/shop and back into a headwind for the last 15-16 miles...
God it dragged... and its a busy wee road after six!

Made it about quarter to eight.


The wind was getting worse, there were a few other campers (and the best, sheltered, spots gone) so headed to the beach at the wee cove and after trying to work out where the tide came up to decided that was the best I was going to get and pitched up. A lovely spot, flap open to see the sea and stars (oh, and check if my assessment of the tide was correct...

I had intended riding back home from Ullapool partly on the HT550 route (but not necessarily in the right direction) but, to put it bluntly, my arse was giving me gyp (think 'chaffed'

On the drive back we could see just how much rain had fallen, the route would've been pretty damn wet. I reckon (sadly) I had made the right decision...
Besides, when the nethers return to normality, we made a general agreement to return and do it as an overnighter from Contin.
Sorry, no pictures of my pitches as a) it was dark by the time I'd got fully pitched and b) they came down hurridly in the wind and driving rain, neither condusive to getting the camera out. Ok, its a bit of 'tour' but hey ho, it was my trip....

Now, do I rob the Flite Transalp saddle off the (unused) roadie or get a whole new one?