The Ride - Day 11 (19th May '06)

Where does my love lie, in the middle of nowhere.

Only 56 miles today but all 56 in to a headwind! Easy pace with a few silly antics on the hills. I backed off a bit as I was in danger of seeing my breakfast of haggis and black pudding again. Loch Naver was beautiful but the wind intensified and then on the 922nd mile I punctured for the first time. We arrived at Bettyhill on the North coast of Britain and have just seen the first sign for John O'Groats. Typically our hotel was at the top of a bloody great hill. Feeling a great sense of excitement and achievement as our journey is almost complete.

Only one more day to get to that desolate shore....

Mark making friends at The Crask Inn, the second most remote pub in Britain!