This was possibly the toughest day of the lot. We did 104 miles into a headwind. This doesn't sound much to write home about, but off the back of 8 days continuous cycling, it was enough to ruin us. We knew there was one day left to get through, but doing it was a real effort.
We trawled across central and eastern Scotland, past Inverness and the over "The Black Isle" a barren, bleak and generally dull stretch of Scotland which extends north of Inverness. Busy roads, lots of traffic, lots of leg work. Tough, tough going.
Thankfully, when we arrived at Helmsdale, the last minute accommodation seriously came up trumps. We were staying in a huge, old-fashioned Scottish hotel. Stags, deer, fish all sorts of stuffed animals on the walls. A hearty welcome from the hosts, local bottled ales and beers in the lobby. A group of girls invited the other Brian to their 18th birthday party. Dinner was absolutely top-notch, we could not have wished for a better last night.
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