Helmsdale

It was as if we were white water rafting up the A9 in the car yesterday afternoon when the heavens opened and the rain lashed down.

We passed hardy cyclists on the road being water cannoned by traffic travelling at speed through roads that appeared to be rivers.

However the sun did appear later in Helmsdale for our overnight stopover and this morning has dawned calm and still, although there are a few midges out to spoil the party, and you know what? His Lordship has forgotten the 'Skin so Soft ' that keeps him from being bitten to death. Oh dear, not a happy bunny.

And so we are about to leave for the last part of the journey to Scrabster and the ferry to Stromness.

My blip is of the bridge through Helmsdale on the A9 and the remains of a very old bridge sticking like rotten stumps of teeth through the water.