Day 16 - Lochranza - PS. Waverley - Glasgow - Edinburgh

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Our last day.

By midnight, Chris and I were expected to be back in Edinburgh—though, as it happened, my prediction was only nearly correct.

The final leg promised to be a highlight, and it certainly delivered. Our grand finale involved boarding the paddle steamer, Waverley, for a memorable cruise right into the heart of Glasgow. With the boat scheduled to depart at 1pm, we spent the morning touring the tranquil eastern side of Arran beneath peaceful, dry Sunday skies. Among our stops was Catacol, home to the charming row of houses called "The Twelve Apostles." We ventured as far as Pirnmill, where we refuelled with sweets and carbohydrates. The morning’s excitement peaked as we watched two sea otters play near the shore.

On our return, the weather shifted—clouds gathered and the familiar grey drizzle returned. Once again, we found ourselves seeking shelter at the Arran Distillery, sipping whisky and watching the rain stream down the windows.

Eventually, we made our way to the pier, where the Waverley appeared dramatically from the mist—an awe-inspiring sight for even the most stoic Scots. The paddle-steamer was in full splendour, greeted by a pipe band that played as we boarded. We drew curious glances wheeling our loaded bicycles up the gangplank, as if the stop had been arranged just for us. Despite the rain, the festive atmosphere persisted. Cameras clicked enthusiastically, bus tours arrived from Brodick to witness the event, and even Japanese visitors took pictures of themselves taking pictures!

Our voyage to Glasgow wasn’t straightforward. We caught another glimpse of Arran’s west coast, this time graced by a lone piper on each headland. The journey up the Clyde estuary was splendid, capped by a magnificent sunset at Largs. The final approach into Glasgow, cruising the river after dark, was striking—I was amazed at how the city had evolved from heavy industry to sleek executive flats. We were piped off the boat and cycled through central Glasgow on a packed Sunday night. Chris stuck close—this was no moment for separation. The city, bustling with activity, seemed oblivious to the hour.Because the Waverley arrived late, we missed our planned train. The next one wouldn’t depart until 1 am, so we spent an hour at the station, surrounded by friendly Glaswegians.

When we finally arrived in Edinburgh, Princes Street was still closed from festival fireworks earlier. Seizing the moment, we zigzagged along the empty street, dodging only the street cleaners. It was about 3 am when we finally turned in—ending a long day and, despite the weather’s attempts to dampen our spirits, an unforgettable adventure.


When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark
Bike on through the wind
Bike on through the rain
For your dreams be tossed and blown
Ride on, ride on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never show chagrin

THE END

Being 'piped' aboard the Waverley

A great way to finish the tour.

Riders currently in the Waverley bar drinking whisky.

Sunset on the Clyde