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When we arrived at Dunnet Head I said to ink ink that I thought these old classic bikes were supposed to be slow. He quipped that there’s nothing slow about them: it’s just the old farts who tend to ride them who are slow! Clearly he was no old fart.


Dunnet Head- the most northerly point on the mainland. Coastbusted!


It seems that, just like Land’s End, the John O’ Groats tourist board don’t trust the locals/tourists to leave the signs alone so they get taken in at night. So the “famous shot” I was after has the signpost but no sign!! Anyway, John O’ Groats actually isn’t the most northerly point on Scotland- God only knows why it’s so famous. Same for Land’s End- it’s neither the most southerly or westerly?! But it would be daft not to visit when I was so close. So it got coastbusted too!


That’s ink ink’s bike. I think it looks utterly fantastic. Some sort of Norton/Triumph hybrid - I believe they call it a Triton. I mentioned to him that the exhausts were scaring the crap out of the sheep as the rode past the fields. He reckons it’s him they’re worried about though!


In the absence of the famous finger pointing sign this one will have to do! 876 miles to Land’s End, and presumably that’s as the crow flies? I’ve come a long way in the last couple of days!


Ink ink then dropped me off at my B and B for the night where I got checked in then took a wander down the road for some grub. I got chatting to a couple of bikers in the local pub- Stuart and Lenny- turns out they were staying at the same B&B and I’d parked my bike next to theirs- another two Fazers!! It’s a small world.


Yet another beautiful view- sunset over Orkney this time. God, I was knackered.