Last night’s campsite was right beside the ferry dock – so no need for an alarm this morning. The rumble of big diesel engine was quite enough. It turns out that they don’t tie up the boat, but use the engine to nuzzle up to the dock ramp. Hence the noise.

I had plenty of time to watch!

I woke to the predicted rain and so I had a lie in and a long breakfast. It was also very cold and windy. But by 10 it had stopped and the sun came out briefly. Off I shot, dressed up in all my winter kit.

There were no less than two villages en route today, and each had a shop. It felt very strange to pass them without the need to get supplies. The area is more populated than any so far. All the valley floors and flat seashore is cultivated – mostly sileage. My closest points of reference are the valleys of Bavaria and the Orkneys.

I just had a reasonable view of Torghatten – a mountain with a hole right through the centre of it – before the rain came in again.

Plan A had been to take a side trip south to see it up close, and to camp there, before reversing to the main route tomorrow. But in this weather I couldn’t see the point. I had a huge plate of excellent fish and chips for lunch in Bronnoysund before deciding on Plan B – a nice hotel in town. My clothes are washed and drying nicely, the tdf is on tv, and I’ll live to fight another day. Not that the forecast looks much better tomorrow!