Poxy wind swung East after Cape Wrath which itself was a fair old pull.
I was grateful for ten miles of tailwind down the Loch, but cursed the last 20 miles of climbing and headwind to Tongue ( amd the plonker McKenzie who tried to flatten me in his farm lorry on the way - we had words!)
Tongue is a beautiful, sun is out this morning - and on the way to John O'Groats.
Just getting some sheets copies and a bit of blogging before I head off - Had a good nights sleep last night and feeling OK again.
Photo: Noellia and Adrian from malaga at Skiag Bridge