We spent the night at one of Scotland's more remote hostels: Achmelvich is a big hut on the rather lovely beach. No pub nearby, no phone reception, no wi-fi, no bike shed. But it does have chickens running loose outside, and occasionally inside. Bedrooms in a separate hut, and toilets in yet another hut. Fire assembly point: "On the grassy knoll". Ged cooked a cracking chilli, and Dave provided apple pie and custard for pud, so all was good. No wi-fi though, so we had to talk to each other instead - very retro. Even getting up in the night to use the facilities wasn't too bad, despite the rain.
But this is supposed to be about cycling, not chickens.
Did I mention that at our abortive visit to the closed cafe at Elphin, we were excited to see Elphin Chicken Day, which was on that very same day? We were disappointed that we only saw a couple of chickens, one of which, inexplicably, crossed the road. We are still wondering why.
We later learned that Elphin Chicken Day is a sort of Crufts for chickens. Most beautiful bantam, most handsome cockerel, a speed race, an obstacle course, most perfect egg, and so on. If we had known, we might have abandoned the ride to watch the show instead.
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