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Drove at 7.30 back to Duncansby Head. After brekkie, walked out to the headland. Magnificent cliff scenery, dry but windy and a few birds still nesting on the cliff tops. Looked at the three Duncansby Stacks (Scotland's answer to The Twelve Apostles off the Victoria coast.) Then back to the Boomer and drove on to Dunnet Head, the TRUE northern tip of mainland Scotland. Looked across at Scapa Flow, ...
... sort of memorial place. Very interesting. We had lunch at the Tesco cafe in Wick. Nothing open on a Sunday in the Highlands. Stopped at Dunnet Head, the most northern point of mainland UK. It was used in WWII as a base for spotting shipping etc. Good views but a rain shower arrived. After settling into the hotel we went for a walk to the seafront. Quite a nice beach but can't imagine doing much swimming without a wetsuit! Scotland has a lot of farms all the way to the very ...
... but breathtaking. The road we were on was an A road according to the map but was in actual fact a single track road. Traffic was so thin that over the stretch of 40 miles we probably only saw 30 cars.
The weather was warm but there was a haze across the landscape which meant the mountains were more like silhouettes on the horizon. It was wonderfully peaceful as we travelled past forests and lakes, praying our bikes wouldn't breakdown as it would have been ...
... most old fashioned pub imaginable, called the Crask Inn which is like the only pub, only house, around for many many miles and it is on every end to enders 'must do list'. We started chatting. as you do, to two great guys just starting their JoGLE adventure exactly one year on from a terrible accident one of them had had. Great to met and chat to you guys really good luck on the remainder of your journey and so good you are doing it Oliver bet you didn't think a year ...
... time I was on virgin moorland. Eventually I reached the entrance to the estuary of the River Hope, descending steeply through woodland. By now it was past 1900 and I think David had become a bit anxious about my whereabouts. At just under 23 miles it was not my longest walk but probably the most tiring so far.
We were to spend the next two nights in Durness half an hour distant, so we headed there straight away, conscious that places to eat may stop taking orders ...