At World's End

So, moving beyond the ankle incident (an update will come later), we wanted to show you a bit more of our trip up North. We covered the entire Northern coast of mainland Britain, minus islands, from Durness over to John O'Groats, driving over the Kyle of Tongue (which was a thrill for me) and down to Wick. Here is a shot driving from Durness towards the Kyle of Tongue.


There isn't a shortage of sheep in Scotland. They are everywhere. Kelli tried to make friends with some but they tend to be a little skittish. These ones were lucky that they had a view of the beach, albeit a beach closer to the North pole than Moscow, but a beach nonetheless (they do come fully furbished with wool).

There are two main roads leading up to the North from the West or central Highlands, and they both look like this (yes, this is a main road). There is a legitimate highway on the East which we took our first day, but that kind of thing ends rather quickly. We drove at least 130 miles yesterday, with 100 of them being a road like this - one lane the whole way with random passing points. It is a bit nerve racking because the roads were rarely this straight and flat, rather they were usually hilly, bumpy and incredibly curvey, so that cars coming your way (or trucks for that matter) usually came into your view only right before you were upon them.

This picture was taken right around the area where I took my spill - that is all I have to say about that.

"Dunnet Head: The Most Northerly Point where Kyle has Sprained His Ankle." We are erecting a flagstone soon, perferably a flat one on that stupid trail.