Turning away from the North Coast, we journeyed down through the spectacular Scottish Highlands where even the sheep look lonely!
We were fully kitted out to take into account the biting winds on the plateau as we cycled along remote Scottish lochs.
We found an Inn this time in the middle of no where & settled for soup & a toasted sandwiches.
Cycling in these parts requires judgement as roads are single lane with passing points. While drivers are courteous, I am mindful that as a cyclist we're low on the food chain.
We made good time & entered Bonar Bridge just after 4pm - already over 200km!
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