We had a wonderful B&B last night. A consumate professional. The room was airy, light, spacious, well decorated with the en suite to match. It was ground floor, with a good decking area outside, perfect for a dog who needed to go out with her parents. Mum said the bed was as near to home as they have come across and with a good breakfast to boot, we have decided to give it the best B&B of the walk award.
Today was another day of long straight road, and although dad says not, mum is convinced the Romans must have been here. It's probably just like the Somerset levels, it's the only way to traverse the bog. That said the scenery has been pleasant with a sumptuous variety of wild flowers, including; wild orchids, bacon and egg, lily and meadowsweet, the latter even overpowering the gorse with its strong perfume.
During the journey, we came across another auction mart, which dad is certain must be the furthest north in the UK. I looked at mum, mum looked at me, and we agreed. We crossed the last cattle grid (thank goodness) and I spotted quite a few deer, obtaining loads more brownie points in the process.
I've been told that tomorrow I will be off deer and on to whales and porpoise (in her dreams), but I'll give it my best shot.
Once more we had some difficulty in finding somewhere to take luncheon, but eventually they founda couple of fire hydrants to perch on. I don't think they were very comfortable because I was aroused from my midday slumber far too soon.
Tonight's accommodation was booked by dad. When he rang our destination of choice, it was fully booked, but the lady very kindly rang a friend to see if she would take us and dad duly took down the details. As you know, postcodes can cover a number of properties, particularly in this part of the world, so having found the right road, off we went in search of the right house. Of course it always helps if you have the name right, and about a mile into this process, mum thought it would be a good idea to ring for directions only to find that we had gone about half a mile too far. No matter, and I think this is maybe the time to say that dad's navigation has been exemplary, we have never been more than 200 yards off track on the entire journey, and mum and I think he's done a brilliant job. Until tonight!
As we were walking along this last stretch, a car stopped in front of us and 2 people and a Westie jumped out. It was Paul, and his wife Chris, who we last met at the Sutherland/Caithness border. They have been following the blog and figured out where we would be and came out to meet us. It was so kind of them, and they made sure that we found the B&B before leaving us.
The situation is stunning, and we have wonderful views of the Pentalnd Firth, And Stroma Island.
We are hoping to reach JOG late morning tomorrow and as soon as we can find wifi or a strong enough mobile signal, we will send you a brief blog to let you know we have arrived. From there we will go on to Thurso to catch the train to Inverness where we will overnight.
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M
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