‘It was only when we stopped for a breather, and to take this picture, that we were hit by the island’s beauty’
In 2017 my girlfriend Harriet and I spent a lot of our free time travelling around the British Isles looking for the best places to cycle. While at university in London, we often went out exploring on our bikes, including leaving on the last day of our first year to cycle to Portsmouth and then continuing south all the way to Barcelona. When university finished – and we were unsure of what to do next – we kept cycling. This time we headed north, to the Hebrides, with our sleeping bags and panniers full of flapjacks.
Accompanied by a pod of dolphins, we travelled by ferry from Uig at the northern end of Skye to Tarbert on Harris. We cycled south along the winding coastal road, past the ruins of traditional chimney-less dwellings for families and livestock blackened by the smoke that had come through the thatched roof. The single track, nicknamed the Golden Road due to the astronomical cost of building it, dipped and dived across rock-pools, boulder fields and seaweed- strewn shores.
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