After a delicious breakfast at Beaully, we headed for Alness, briefly taking the notoriously busy A9 along the coast. As Tim was pummelled by a headwind, Jim coasted in his slipstream. Tim had coasted behind Jim on the other occasion we encountered headwind near Ardrossan. Despite ‘base camps’ optimistic weather forecast, it rained all day, again. After 50 miles we reached Lairg, and from there we continued north on the main A road, a single-track with passing places. After a further tough but scenic 20 miles into the heart of the Highlands we wild camped at a tiny clearing near Altnaharra which appeared to be the only place for miles around which was not marshy bog. Our camp was also home to thousands of midges, giving the air the consistency of soup. We covered ourselves as much as possible and hid in our tents from these tiny Scottish monsters. So many insects landed on the outside of our tents that we thought it was raining.
Words of the day: infest (Jim), Bratwurst (Tim)
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