Talk about jammy. I was looking for a camp spot just south of John o' Groats (it was blowing a spitefully cold north easterly and I was fed up) and coming out of Tesco in Wick, I met Eric, who is a biker, and is up here doing a forestry contract - clearing 300 hectares of conifer plantation, so they can erect 19 wind turbines. Yeah, you figure it out. Barmy is the word that sprang to mind. Anyway, here I am, sat in a warm cottage with a pasta supper settling nicely... result.
Gerald headed back to Cornwall today, it was good having a buddy for a few days, but kind of nice being autonomous (selfish?) again. The north coast is fantastic, it looks like the location for Local Hero, one of the greats. I took so many photos, it became ridiculous. Does anyone know how many you can cram into an iPhone?
Catch you later.
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Wednesday, 27 April 2011
Day Seventeen - Coastrider finds Local Hero
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