Three fatties set off to sample the salty sand (and stinky seaweed) of the Western Isles, heading from Lochmaddy along the north and west coasts to Eriskay and Barra. Multi-day beach riding in the UK – cool – where else do you get to ride along a runway and a beach at the same time? The bikes will never be the same again – the Moonlander lost a front wheel bearing, seized its BB and got rusty (I only rode through deep salt water once!).
Stuff we learnt:
It’s true, sand does get everywhere!
Wet seaweed has no grip at all.
Seaweed stinks.
Stainless steel does rust.
Sand.
You can’t free-wheel on a beach.
Calmac food is tasty.
Syrup waffles – 2000 calories per pack, yum.
Was that sewage – no just rotting seaweed.
If you need to get rid of your old car just drive it into the sea – it will be gone in no time.
Sand
Baile a’ Mhanaich translates to Livingston with a beach.
Benbecula – “not so grim on a sunny day.”
Eriskay – never has so much been consumed by so few. All the better for it though. (see Whisky Galore)
The rocket range is a let down – I’ve set off bigger fireworks!
Sand
Sand
What’s that itchy bit? – oh more sand.