After breakfast we found it had started raining again so on with the waterproofs and down the road. After about half a mile I realised that I'd left my handlebar bag behind, so about-turn and back to collect it. Martin was waiting and had been trying to phone and text me but my phone was in the bag!!!!!
A very pleasant crossing to Harris during which I got chatting to a lady whose son was doing a similar trip to us - from the Dungeness power station to Dounreay power station - as a protest against nuclear energy production.
Arriving at the Claitair (Loch Erisort Inn) there was no sign of Martin (who was way ahead of me) or Briony so I settled at the bar with a large G&T. Briony and Martin appeared and handed me my room key so I headed off with the remains of my G&T for a long soak in the bath (my bags having been delivered to my room by Briony). The rooms here have been refurbished to a very high standard and I can highly recommend it as a place to stay.
My last beer trophy followed by an excellent meal, wine, a dram and the usual extraction of cash from other customers followed by bed.
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