Tain.

After Stirling we have experienced more of the traditional "fine Scottish weather"... an entire day of chill precipitation escorted us from Tyndrum through the magnificent (so we're told) Glen Coe. Cloud and fog gave visibility of about half a mile, and lopped off the tops of the moutains. A yellow rescue helicopter buzzed around for a bit.

Up alongside various lochs has provided us with good amounts of some of the most beautiful, spectacular and increadible scenery there is. Loch Ness proved uneventful though, with little to be seen from the road (trees deliberately screening the tourists, to prevent frequent stopping on the road).

The east coast has opened out around us, crossing the bridge at Cromaty Firth and up with the sun low on our left side. Suddenly hay bales are covering the fields, and the fields are covering the land.

With only two days left before John O' Groats, and ~967 miles covered, our cycles are feeling increasingly tired, with various parts bandaged with gaffer tape, toe-straps and bungee cord.

After a slight inter-cyclist collision during the rainy day (naming no names, but... she has accepted responsibility for taking me out :) ), my right unicycle crank has been spinning at a somewhat jaunty angle. My left Achillies tendon also started creaking a little today. Nothing another hundred miles of riding won't fix.

We shall make it.