My
Achilles tendon had been giving me some grief since the Lake District. On the phone to Katie last night, she'd said she'd been speaking to Sarah and Geoff, and they said why didn't I try Ibuprofen, as it was an anti-inflamatory? Screamingly obvious - why hadn't I thought of that! The paper shop was open early in Fort Augustus, just across the road from this topiary of Nessie, and they did drugs - wonderful relief.
This is one of many photos I took of Loch Ness under a grey sky. Not a sign of the real monster.
Nor here, and soon the route left the shore of the loch
and headed up, up, up; the only really fierce hill In Scotland that I climbed, the like of which I'd not seen since Devon.
Then down again to the coast at Dingwall, and I was surprised to see oil rigs in Cromarty Firth.
There
were no camp sites in Bonar Bridge, so I kept going till I found 'Dunroamin Caravan Park' (really) in Lairg. I was getting noticeably north by now; the sun was still up for this photo of the camp site after supper, at 9.30pm.
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