Woke to a grey day; hurriedly out the door to the metropolis for a hair appointment at Hazel's for her; I went to the library to check Dermot O'Leary's height, the artist of I Drove All Night and the fixture list for Scottish League One games this coming Saturday. How did we ever survive before google...?

Then Lidl and the Blue Door before a quiet wander back up the main drag to meet up again.

Suitably shorn, we drove back, packed, hoovered and had bacon courgette pasta lunch to fortify us for the A9.

Such a nice afternoon, we queued from 3, and poked around the Hope, get rubbers from Doull's and took photos, smiled, felt the sun on our faces.

A flattish crossing, and then to Wick for fuel before a tortuous drizzly 40 minutes to Berriedale. Thereafter, it brightened, burger at Inverness, and pit stop at Perth and home around 1. Too wired to sleep, but was fairly exhausted and was eventually dead to enaything by 2.