Fifteen miles into Monday, I have the first good break in the clouds, do taking an extended stop to revive my perilous battery state. Up to 8.4 amps in the blue sky, an investment against the day being less good than the forecast.
Yesterday was a day of very few miles, and half of them not solar powered.
From my camp to the end of the public road above the Mull of Kintyre lighthouse is seven very steep, hilly miles, which I don't have the gearing for with my trailer, and even if I did, I didn't have the battery capacity on the solar system.
On this trip, for peace of mind and side trips, I have brought both of my downtube batteries, and the first of them took me the 14 miles there and back, using two thirds of its capacity.
View East, to an island and Ailsa Craig in the distance, source of curling stones.
As I started the short walk to the Chinook helicopter crash memorial, this happened:
Reminds me of something...
Then on to the memorial cairn, a sup of good port from the bottles at its base, and a quiet moment.
Then back to camp, pack up, a long chat with interested and interesting van folk, and a short ride on an increasingly showery day with a worsening forecast: Rain followed by westerly near gale overnight.
Priority was a few miles towards home to make the remaining day easier, but a safe sheltered spot for my tent. Which turned up very soon after turning the corner past Machrihanish, a field below the level of the road, tucked in beside some reeds.
Ready to roll.
Surf at Machrihanish.
Shelter.
Yesterday was a day of very few miles, and half of them not solar powered.
From my camp to the end of the public road above the Mull of Kintyre lighthouse is seven very steep, hilly miles, which I don't have the gearing for with my trailer, and even if I did, I didn't have the battery capacity on the solar system.
On this trip, for peace of mind and side trips, I have brought both of my downtube batteries, and the first of them took me the 14 miles there and back, using two thirds of its capacity.
View East, to an island and Ailsa Craig in the distance, source of curling stones.
As I started the short walk to the Chinook helicopter crash memorial, this happened:
Reminds me of something...
Then on to the memorial cairn, a sup of good port from the bottles at its base, and a quiet moment.
Then back to camp, pack up, a long chat with interested and interesting van folk, and a short ride on an increasingly showery day with a worsening forecast: Rain followed by westerly near gale overnight.
Priority was a few miles towards home to make the remaining day easier, but a safe sheltered spot for my tent. Which turned up very soon after turning the corner past Machrihanish, a field below the level of the road, tucked in beside some reeds.
Ready to roll.
Surf at Machrihanish.
Shelter.