The tailwinds disappeared today, and made the 40 mile journey to Bettyhill a long old slog. Fortunately, the sun was out and the scenery was possibly the most amazing anywhere in Scotland.
Daz had mentioned that this was the day the hills disappeared, and I was looking forward to that.
Today I am a day ahead of schedule. Two, if truth be known, as I could have ridden to John O'Groats yesterday. However, a day spent at John O'Groats is a day wasted, so I decided to take a day trip to orkney instead. Fortunately, the weather was kind to me as I stepped out of the B+B, skipping breakfast, and pedalled the mile or two to the ferry at Scrabster.