... thats how long it took me to hitch a lift back to the car today.
Graham & Di are on standby for the Cuillin Ridge Traverse, so if someone can sort the weather out that would be great.
So instead of heading along the ridge and with a day's good forecast, I thought I would embark on another on Mr Wilson's Big Walks. Lets be honest, nothing was going to be as bad as the last one, and with the going fast underfoot I was back in the car in about 4.5 hours.
I have often gone past Mad Meg's Cairn and wondered what the story was. According to local legend the cairn marks the grave of an 18th Century suicide, who was denied burial in the local kirkyards. Think about that next time you're in a snow hole.
More importantly, I have a new rucksack.
It is bright yellow.
It has go faster stripes.
It is only 10 litres.
As a result of this, all jelly babies were suitably squashed, before entering gob, having been squeezed into the side pocket.
You can tell it is autumn when the first snow's have fallen on the hills and the mountain bike is getting used more than often.
Another little adventure with Heather yesterday - a mere 72km with 1342m ascent, through some of the most spectualar scenery Scotland has to offer.
I forgot my camera but remembered the jelly babies so all was not lost.
Not impressed with Citylink who, on the phone, told me that the buses could take 2 bikes, but on arrival at the depot in Ullapool the driver told us that they could not take bikes unless bubblewrapped or in a box.
The only saving grace was the little bike bus - a dedicated bus service with a bike trailer that runs along the North West coast from Inverness during the summer months. For information on times, contact D&E Coaches, Inverness.
For once, I don't have a very sore arse but will be spending the afternoon with a scrubbing brush and a can of oil.