Cycling Bealach na Ba – Climbing to heaven

Cycling Bealach na baWant to climb one of the greatest cycling climbs in the UK? Head north, is usually the answer. Like, really north, all the way to Scottish Highlands, just north of the Isle of Skye. Bealach na Bá is unusual for a climb in Scotland in that it goes over the top of the pass rather than through the valley below like most climbs. Some claim it to be the toughest climb in the UK, which I doubt having climbed Hardknott Pass in the Lake District, but it is certainly the most dramatic in terms of length, scenery and remoteness.

Every cyclist should ride this climb. Hairpins, a 20 percent maximum gradient and 6 miles of climbing wonderment, or pain depending on your viewpoint! Bealach na Bá is Gaelic for ‘Pass of the cattle’, animals famous for having four stomachs*. Today, the road or is more like the Pass of the Lycra whippet, an animal who needs four lungs to haul themselves over the top.

*Myth alert. Cows don’t actually have four stomachs. It’s one stomach, comprising four separate compartments.

Day 4: Isle of Skye – Bealach na Bá – Shieldag

Isle of Skye, view from Applecross image: @glasgow_kat

Isle of Skye, view from Applecross image: @Glasgow_Kat

Beast day. Deep into my cycle tour of Scotland, I awoke early, tired. No matter, I set off, belly full of fried goods and the magical energy bean aka coffee. So excited was I that I continually expected Bealach na Bá to be waiting around every next corner.

The ride there was up and down but dry. Rain was due said the men who watch the sky. Best be quick thought I. On beast approach I began unloading as much weight as possible like a low flying hot air balloonist desperately trying to fly over the approaching mountain. Bananas gobbled, drink drunk, any spare emptied. I’d have shaved my head if I could have just to have been a few grams lighter. Shame then, that I was humping a pannier over this mountain!

At Tornapress I turned to stare at the beast eye to eye. Here we go legs, another lump for you to conquer. If legs could sigh, mine surely would have.

Bealach na ba cycle route

Speed bump

Ahead three cyclists were riding away from their er, support car in what I assume was an organised cycle holiday. The climb began gently, a nice barely noticeable 3-4%. Legs spinning I chuckled at one point as I clicked down a couple of gears and picked up my pace. Easy tiger…

Slowly but surely the hill began to put the hurt on. I stayed seated and simply churned through the revolutions, not a thought in my head. This is bliss.

Ahead cycle tourist number one began holding up traffic on the single track road, ignoring the passing places. Cue the smell of burning clutches, as with all great UK climbs. I upped my pace to overtake the rider and avoid the traffic in his wake.

On I pushed, the road snaking slowly up at about 10%. Manageable, still seated. Before long I caught cycle tourist number two. She was spinning a good rhythm and we had a brief chat. I advised her to zig zag when the going got tough before wishing her good luck. More of cycle tourer number two later.

Cars continued stalking me as I crawled up, politely waiting until a passing space became available. One passed close, too impatient to wait for the passing place up ahead. Two thirds of the way up and the gradient ramped up to about 15% just as a large delivery truck chugged behind me. I let him past at the passing point, slowing as much as possible without putting my foot down. The truck passed slowly, too slowly and I was about to run out of road until he finally revved past me. Phew. All those track stands in London had finally paid off.

Ahead the final cyclist of the three tourers got caught by the truck and was forced to put a foot down and let the truck pass. I could see the fatigue in his gait. I caught him quickly and pulled alongside for a brief chat. His ego got the better of him and he upped his pace to stay with me. I remained seated and steady whilst wondering if it was my pannier that had spurred him on. His brave fight soon came to an end as he dropped back and we exchanged goodbyes.

Bealach na ba climb cycling

The view from Bealach na Bá

The road ahead empty. All that was left to stare at was the gradient increasing and the tarmac going up into the heavens. Behind, a view sculpted for angels, ahead a road to hell. Up, up and up. Four fifths of the climb behind me, the gradient hit 20% and stayed there. I continued zigzagging, not out of desperation but to make my life easier, more in control than I could quite believe.

At one point I actually looked back at the bike for the pannier. Sure, I could have stood up but I found myself enjoying the seated grind. Already I knew the hill was conquered. Heart rate rising, the struggle began, my stubbornness keeping me in the saddle, my mind wavering as my heart rate reached for the skies. Thankfully the long ramp of 20% came to an end, the wicked hairpins all that remained. I looked behind at the view, all of Scotland before me. I am William Wallace, conqueror of this land, I am… Well you get the picture, I’m excited yeah?

Pride fills my heart, a smile fills my face. Bang, I attack the hairpins like a national hill climb champion, only seated. Cresting the summit I punch the air. Done. Easier than I expected but no less beautiful for it. Did I mention I was seated all the way? Oh. And I had a pannier? Oh, right. How about my lowest gear of 39*25? I know, hero right?

Scotland cycling


Bealach na Bá may be no Hardknott Pass or Rossdale Chimney. It’s a unique climb for the UK, with only perhaps Great Dun Fell anything like it, the highest climb in England on a much smaller scale. Bealach is a mixture of an Alpine climb combined with the sharp nasty stuff UK hills are famous for. It is certainly a bucket list ride although not as difficult as the 11/10 score in Simon Warren’s 100 climbs book. An eight maybe, plus a point for the breathtaking scenery and probably plus 2 to 10 more points in bad weather.

No matter. A hill climb is a little like life. Pointless, you can make it as difficult or as easy as you wish. Either way, you may as well enjoy the ride and challenge yourself.

The descent into Applecross was a pleasure. At the top of the climb I watched the road, waiting for descending traffic to get well clear. This allowed me to fly down, fingers on the brakes just in case. I imagine this descent is pretty darned scary in the wet despite the grippy, smooth road.

Cold, I stopped at Applecross for a coffee where I later overheard talk of an accident on the descent. A female cyclist, which could only have been cycle tourist number two I had passed on the ascent, who had crashed into the back of a car at speed. I don’t know the detail but there was talk of a head smashing through the car’s rear windshield and a badly cut leg. An ambulance was a while away so remote is the location. A sobering tale and hopefully a quick recovery.

Not done yet

The beast was behind me but there was still a lot of climbing ahead on the amazing coastal road around the peninsula to Shieldag. The day before I thought cycling the northern peninsula of Skye was the most stunning ride I’d enjoyed. Not any more. This is the road to ride. Be warned, there’s plenty of the steep lumpy stuff but the views of pristine beaches, crashing surf, green moorland and an ever changing landscape will distract you from your pains.

A brilliant day out. Dry too. Three out of four days in Scotland without rain (well substantial rain!)? Lucky indeed. Tomorrow there looked to be torrents of the stuff to make up for the arid spell. Oh and a headwind. Super.

The Stats: 70 miles and a mighty 2,000 metres climbing. No rain. A beast conquered.
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Day 5: Shieldag – Inverness

Torridon MountainsThis enchanted land was not done with dropping my jaw. A wind assisted ride weaving through the cloud covered Torridon mountains was amazing.

For once I’m glad the weather was bad, for these mountains look better shrouded in mist, the low hanging clouds adding to the drama.

What a finish to a great ride. The forecast rain never did arrive but for a brief shower early on and so I enjoyed the 67 mile cruise back to Inverness. What a difference it makes with a tailwind. The ride was so easy it felt like a recovery ride when only days earlier it had been a slog along much of the same roads.

At one point Mark Beaumont, he of cycling around the world in the fastest ever time fame, cycled past me. I felt in good company. Albeit a little slower! My ride may not make any record books but it shall live long as a memory. Thank you Scotland.

The stats: A final 67 miles, two tired legs, one big smile.
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Watch this – Bealach na Bá video

This video of the climb says more than I ever could. And I say a lot!

Image: Lead = Stefan Krause. Applecross looking over Skye via @Glasgow_Kat – thank you!

Cycling around the Isle of Skye

Quiraing, Isle of Skye CyclingEverything you’ve ever heard about the Isle of Skye is true. It is beautiful. For a cyclist, it is paradise. Minus the sun perhaps. It is not called the Island of the Mist or the Isle of Cloud for nothing. Oh no. The romance of ‘cloud riding’ may die by the third hour of riding in the rain, but hey, you are waterproof, non? Besides, the scenery and roads are so amazing you’ll quickly forget about the weather.

Isle of Skye weather and when to go

OK, let’s get this out of the way. Yes it can be wet. Mostly wet. I had one dry day and one wet day on my circumnavigation of Skye. Showers, lots of showers, some light, some worthy of galoshes. Expect wind too, a south westerly with gusts that kick. Bring gritted teeth and a rain jacket basically. And many layers. You’ll be cold one minute, hot the next.

On average, the Isle of Sky has rain on 223 days a year. So 60%. This varies slightly by month. May and June are your best bets for a dry day, with rain on ‘just’ 13-14 days a month and temperatures peaking at a balmy 14°C. Scorchio! This is as good as it gets. You’ll also avoid the midges in May, the tourists too, who usually come a little later in the year. A good thing when you consider sharing a single track road with nervous drivers distracted by stunning views.

Day 2: Plockton – Isle of Skye

Scotland Cycle Tour day 2Day two of my Scotland cycling tour. Is a full English breakfast and a bowl of porridge and toast and yoghurt a good way to start the day? Why yes sir. How about a good way to fuel a day cycling around the Isle of Skye. Hmmm, you’ve not been reading all of those nutrition books have you sir?

Sausage, bacon and eggs still settling in my stomach, I climbed on the bike and tried to pretend the wind wasn’t howling in my face. Again. The day’s route covered the ups and downs of the north-west peninsula of the isle towards Waternish and Duirinish. First, I crossed the hump-backed Skye Bridge to reach the island, my windswept wheels flipping left and right like the fin of a fish out of water. Damn you wind. Howls of laughter.

The isle awaited. The magnificent lumps and bumps of the Cuillin mountains (those of Danny Macaskill video fame – see end of blog) shrouded in clouds, the colour of the sky what Dulux might call ‘Ominous Onyx’. Cue the rain. Sheets of the stuff. Windswept and thoroughly soaked I cursed the heavens and wondered what the hell I was doing.

Feet wet, hands freezing, heart pounding, spirit broken. Get off the bike, reason shouted at me. I tried to imagine sitting at my desk at work. Warm. Or bored, refreshing my Twitter feed whilst drinking hot tea. Better to be alive and uncomfortable than comfortable and bored. I put my head down and carried on pedalling and cursing.

Damn you cycling. I looked up at the view and instantly fell back in love with my ride.

Old Man of Storr, Isle of Skye

Old Man of Storr. Storm passing.

The suffering was, fortunately, temporary. The rain stopped at mile 30 and by mile 50 I finally turned out of the bloody headwind. Fist pump. Thankfully the scenery was more pleasant than the weather. Not that I saw much in the aero tuck! The Isle of Skye really does live up to the hype, even in miserable conditions.

Another soaking finished my day but my legs were strong as the roads climbed and climbed and climbed. Once again, I was cycling within the shadow of Bealach na Bá, my legs doing as little as possible, not easy in a headwind. This day would be remembered for the weather. Never a sign of a good day’s ride.

The stats: 76 miles in almost six long hours with 1,740 metres climbed. Gallons of rain water. Another dead rotting sheep carcass (of course!).
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Day 3: The Trotternish peninsula of Skye

Scotland Cycle Touring Day 3Wow. If there’s a better road cycling route in the UK I’m eager to hear about it. Skye’s northern Trotternish peninsula from Portree to Uig and back again. I rode clockwise, which avoids the tourists who generally tackle this loop anti-clockwise. Better to see nervous drivers approaching than have them behind you on single track roads.

Blue skies and a tailwind, I climbed out of Uig with a huge smile on my face. The single track road from Uig to Staffin is a dream ride along the coast, the island’s scenery constantly changing, always amazing.

Heading back south, I took a detour to climb the magical Quiraing. Just take a look at this Google Street view! A steep single track road, moorland, islands and mountains everywhere. After the hardship of yesterday this was a welcome trip to a lush green heaven on earth.

The Quiraing climb is a 15% challenge, the road cleaved into the rock. Think Winnats Pass in the Peak District but with much better views at the summit. Once again I remained seated, churning out a low cadence, low heart rate climb, legs taking all of the strain.

Quiraing, Isle of Skye

The Quiraing

Taking on a challenging hill climb is like sex. Ooh err, missus. You can splurge everything you’ve got in search of the prize or you can grind out a slow rhythm. Either way you’re f*cked when you summit. Job done, I enjoyed the view before a sudden storm of wind and rain drove me back down through the grass carpeted crevasse. My legs still yearn for this climb. I could ride it for all eternity.

A third of my ride done, I should have stopped here and finished on a high. Instead I continued south towards the Old Man of Storr, a rock that always greets me with a thunderous storm. So it was again, stinging rain driving so hard into my face I thought I’d taken a wrong turn into a jet wash. Next followed mile upon mile of a block 20 mph headwind, the gusts trying to lift me from my bike.

I decided early on not to fight the wind as I would on any other ride. I stayed low and did my best to spin my way to Portree. Eventually I made it and turned out of the wind, the silence jarring after a day of howling wind rasping though my (covered!) ears. What a ride.

Tomorrow, the beast of Bealach na Bá. Good bye luck legs.

The stats: 78 miles and 1,615 metres of up and up. A lot of wind of the in your face variety. Average heart rate down to 111. Almost asleep. Not forgetting the day’s roadkill, er, highlight. One dead ferret.
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And finally, Danny Macaskill, in THAT Isle of Skye video. Rider and land, amazing.

Images – Quairaing 1: Fred Adams, Quairaing 2: Rough Guide

A five day cycle tour of Scotland

Old Man of Storr, Isle of SkyeThere’s that feeling again. Pitter patter. Stomach giggling. A nervous schoolboy awaiting his first kiss. Scotland awaits. A cycle tour set in stone when two years earlier I drove though the magnificent Highland landscapes, jaw in my lap. I shall return, I proclaimed, avec une velo!

Preparation. I’d spent a month climbing the Surrey hills and the Chilterns and er, Epping. Legs ready, all that was left to do was watch the virtual skies for many a day in advance. A pointless activity given the forecast changed by the hour. From light rain to heavy rain and back again. For this is Scotland. Light rain is a blessing. Wet you will get. Weather warnings were issued the day before my tour. Wind. Lots of it. Gusts. Beware of fallen trees and crying cyclists.

Scotland cycle route

Shortcut required around the 250 mile mark

Shortcut required around the 250 mile mark

I reviewed my route again. Lots of climbing. Five days, 364 miles and over 7,000 metres (23,510 feet) of climbing. Inverness, a circumnavigation of the Isle of Skye before heading up the beast that is Bealach na Bà, the greatest ascent of any road climb in the UK. At 626 metres, Bealach’s gradient touches 20 percent in places along the 5.7 mile climb. Quite the challenge with a pannier and a 53*39 lowest gearing. Would I make it?

The first two days would be into a headwind. And wet. I had joked with others how this trip would either be amazing or horrific depending on the will of the weather gods. At times I would be truly isolated, miles from anywhere, from anyone. There’s that feeling again. Pitter patter.

The short ride to the train station to catch my overnight sleeper train was too eventful for my liking. My bike was creaking, the noise that had appeared the week before but then disappeared was back and worse than ever. The crank? Bottom bracket? The noise got worse the harder I pedalled. Would the bike make it, I wondered, visions of my crank snapping off in the middle of nowhere. There’s that noise once again. Pitter patter. Clunck click. Clunck click.

The Sleeper Train: London – Inverness

Skirting the frost covered Cairngorms, I awoke after a broken night’s sleep. The Scottish scenery from the train delivered as advertised. Babbling brooks. A herd of wild stags romping through moorland. Munro after Munro the backdrop. Beautiful (although the views on the return are even better!). Stepping off the train to collect my well stored bike I was greeted with an icy blast. Brrr. Had I brought enough clothes?

Day 1: Inverness – Plockton

A steady climb out of InvernessBreakfast done, I set off, my stomach heavy with porridge and a sausage sandwich. The added weight welcome given the wind did its best to steal my wheel as I crossed the Kessock Bridge out of Inverness. Very scary. High winds proclaimed the huge electronic sign to drivers ensconced within their car cocoons, none the wiser to the terror I was undergoing.

Sun shining, I rode beside the dark water of Beauly Firth, the city behind me, snow capped mountains ahead. Wonderful. Inner peace unlocked.

Clickety clack, my bike croaked with any sustained effort, the noise thankfully fading as I entered spinner’s paradise and whipped up a high cadence. The climb of Bealach na Bà was on my mind. Already. Spinning I reasoned, would save my legs and help keep my heart rate as low as possible. The monster climb was still four days away.

Plockton village, Scotland

Plockton – The view from my B&B

The rain gods were kind, treating me to a light dousing on a couple of occasions but nothing more. Not so the wind gods. Fierce, it was either a crosswind or a headwind. All day long. Legs sapped. The wind was so strong I was forced to pedal down hill.

Not that I cared. They say if you experience pain then you need distracting. The Scottish scenery duly obliged, putting on an age-old performance few can tire of. Mountains and valleys on all sides of the road, streams, rivers and lochs here, there and everywhere. More waterfalls than an Indiana Jones movie, the Highlands are a special place even when the wind howls.

The route was a steady climb until the very end when I welcomed the shelter of the steeper climbs, my legs cranking out slow revolutions so as not to raise my heart rate. I enjoyed the challenge of climbing 15% gradients as slow as possible without falling off, my legs strong, urging me to climb faster. Save yourselves boys, you’ve many a hill climb ahead.

Before I knew it my day was done, finishing in the picturesque village of Plockton, a special place overlooking Loch Carron, mountains all around. The view from my window amazing. The mountain in the distance? Bealach na Bá, teasing, lest I forget what lies ahead.

An idyllic day. Rain and the Isle of Skye await tomorrow.

The stats: 73 miles in five hours with 960 metres climbed. Oh and one dead rotting sheep carcass. Even the roadkill in Scotland is dramatic.
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Plockton village

The same view from my B&B, tide in, storm approaching

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Review: Sunwise Hastings cycling sunglasses

Sunwise Hastings SunglassesYour eyes are more important than your legs when riding a bike. You can freewheel but you can’t ride blind. As a beginner cyclist, it took me a while to realise this and my eyes suffered. Bug. Splat. Fly. Can’t see. Bumblebee. Ouch. In wind, my eyes housed leaves and plant debris. In winter, they cried tears of pain as cold air rushed against them.

So it was I invested in a pair of cheap cycling sunglasses with interchangeable lenses to protect me from the giant sun or the tiniest of flies beneath clouded skies. Sure, I still commute without riding goggles but rarely do I set off on a long ride without my eye shields.

Damn you interchangeable lenses

Of late I’ve been in the market for some new cycling sunglasses, or eyewear as some manufacturers prefer to call them, which doesn’t quite sit well with me despite the parlance of footwear, headwear and underwear.

I digress. Previously I’d spent small sums of money buying sunglasses with interchangeable lenses. In three years I’ve got through four pairs when inevitably the thin frames snap when attempting to change the lenses. Bah!

Such frustrations led me to riding around with a pair of super-glued sunglasses for the last god knows how many months. Even in the sunshine I was restricted to clear lenses. I should have been smarter when gluing the lenses in place (which held the frame together), perhaps opting for one dark lens and one clear lens, simply closing one eye depending on the cloud cover. Pirate style, arrrr.

So it’s safe to say I was in the market for a new pair of cycling sunglasses when my inbox chimed with the offer to review some new goggles.

I’ve been offered many a thing to review on this blog but have turned them all down because i) yes, I’m an artist and this is my canvas (obviously) and ii) I can only spend time writing about products of genuine interest to me.

Sunwise Hastings photochromic sunglasses

Sunwise glasses and case

Sunwise glasses and case

The Sunwise Hastings sunglasses come with many an ‘innovation’ that piqued my curiosity. Sure, nowadays everything is seemingly labeled innovative if only to create desire and loosen the money in our wallets.

In this instance, innovation is required to solve some genuine issues. One, cycling glasses that adjust to the light. No more changeable lenses if true. Bliss. And two, anti-fog lenses for those cold mornings.

Of course, sunglasses also have to look the piece too. We humans are a vain bunch, so let’s begin with first impressions before we get to the science bit.

Style and aesthetic appeal

sunwise-6The glasses are frame-less and look great. The single piece wraparound lens is a thing of beauty. Handcrafted apparently.

Style of course is personal. Much depends on if you like the current trend in cycling sunglasses for a rainbow mirrored finished, think petrol on a sunlit forecourt. There’s a choice of frames too, black, white and black/orange. Being a traditionalist, the black suited me fine.

Vanity aside, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Whether you like the style or not, the most important question is will these glasses perform on the road as well as in the mirror?

Photochromic light-adjusting lenses

sunwise-5Photochromic-what? The beauty of these glasses is that the lenses tint and darken when exposed to light. Finally, no more interchangeable lenses – hoorah! This was my primary interest in the Hastings sunglasses although you can find this feature in other cycling sunglasses.

I was genuinely excited to see how the lenses would perform in the cyclist’s worst case scenario – moving from bright sunlight into a pitch black tunnel. Not being based in the Alps, booking a flight to test this seemed a little extreme so I headed to the Chilterns to test what happens when you hit a road shrouded in shade beneath a canopy of trees, downhill at 50 mph.

Normally my eyes struggle to adjust to the changing light but the Sunwise light-reacting sunglasses worked brilliantly, so much so that I didn’t even notice the change in light. My test ride was the perfect day to test the Chromafusion lenses. Bright sunshine and cloud all day with lots of lost lanes covered in trees. The light remained constant throughout.

Even in very low light the glasses work well. There’s always a slight tint so you might want clear glasses for riding in dark country lanes but these glasses would be fine at dawn or dusk, or even well-lit city streets at night.

The science bit

How quickly do the glasses adjust? The manufacturer claims ‘seconds’ and it really is quick enough for you not to notice, so much so you wonder if anything is actually happening. This is a good thing. You don’t want the tint suddenly changing and jarring your vision.

Cycling sunglasses that don’t fog

That’s right. No more stopping at traffic lights in cold weather and your glasses misting up. Neither is there a need for your lenses to have little holes cut in them.

How did I test this in the balmy spring temperatures of May? That’s right, much to my girlfriend’s bemusement, I took a shower with the sunglasses on. Sorry for that image, but I’m a professional you know. I closed the bathroom door and let the room steam up to sauna proportions and even in this extreme test only the outer edge of the lens fogged up, keeping my vision crystal clear in the centre.

Whilst I was there I couldn’t resist testing how the glasses would perform in the rain, or shower water in this case! These glasses make no claims about how they perform in the wet, I was simply interested as cycling in the rain is probably the time when you need eye protection the most. My previous glasses have all been useless in the rain so much so that I can’t see a thing and have been forced to put them in my jersey pocket.

So what about these new glasses? Here there was no such miracle science – I was hoping the water would bounce right off but as with all sunglasses the lenses were blotchy with water. I guess science still has some way to go. Until then, it’s peaked caps in the rain to protect your eyes.

Weight and comfort

sunwise-2Perhaps the two most important attributes for any pair of sunglasses. Are they comfortable? Are they heavy? As with most sports sunglasses, the Hastings are so light you quickly forget they are on your face.

The arms of the glasses are some sort of soft composite, not quite as soft as rubber but not as hard as plastic, making them comfortable and strong whilst ensuring they have some grip to remain in place on bumpier terrain. That said, my one complaint of the glasses is they did slip forward a little when I was up and rocking out the saddle on hill climbs but it’s no deal breaker. My head shakes a lot when I’m on an eyeball bursting climb!

Fit, durability and sun protection

The Hastings single piece lens is a thing of beauty. It’s one piece design means the lens can flex to fit wider heads like mine! The glasses also feel sturdy (for sunglasses anyway) and come complete in a solid yet small carry case (previous sunglasses cases I’ve had have been huge).

The lens is also a fair size providing good coverage and protection from the sun. It goes without saying these sunglasses are polarized and provide full UVA and UVB protection. The glasses also have no glare, giving you crystal clear sight of upcoming potholes and road debris.

Cleaning the glasses with no frame is also easier as there’s no frame to clog with sweat and dust, so when cleaning the lenses you don’t continually smear the lens.


The glasses are mid-range, coming in at £94.99. That’s a third of the price of Mark Cavendish’s latest Oakleys but almost four times the price of my previous purchases. Are they worth it? Yes. Given I got through four pairs of sunglasses previously, assuming I don’t sit on these or leave them on the car roof and drive away, then such an investment will prove to be good value.

The final verdict

sunwise-7Stylish, light, and genuinely innovative, I recommend Sunwise Hastings glasses for anyone who wants a single pair of sunglasses for all road conditions. My minor niggle with the glasses slipping forward on fast and furious hill climbs aside, it’s hard to find fault with the glasses.

An impressive 9/10 overall.
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