John o'Groats was the destination for today and on route, the hills were awash with purple heather.
We made a stop at the Gunn Museum. Now, way back in the history of time the Jameison name became were part of that Clan. You can read about HERE (and if you scroll down the page will see the Jameison name although not quite our spelling) Ian went into the museum and the chap behind the desk confirmed we were indeed on the list and could, if we wanted to, wear the Gunn Tartan.
We arrived at John o'Groats late afternoon, stepped out of the Beast and almost got blown away. Wow was it windy! Had to do the touristy bit and get photos but I was disappointed that this wasn't the most Northerly point in Scotland. I had always been told it was so a quick look on the web confirmed the most Northerly point was actually at Dunnet Head.
A walk along the beach next, if you can call it that. Nothing but small and large stones to walk on which moved as you stepped on them. Visions of sprained ankles came to mind. Even staffy Harvey with his four legs found it challenging. Thankfully on reaching a sandy bit Ian found a path to take us back to the top but not before clambering over a barbed wire fence!
Heavens opened didn't it, just before we made it back to the Beast. A quick dash back and only slightly damp got to admire a rainbow from the Beasts open door.
With the lateness of the hour (all of 5 pm) and with a campsite right by John o Groats car park, we paid the £18 to stay overnight. Gave us another opportunity for showers and loo emptying.
And seen on the shore walk