We were lulled into a false sense of security as we left Invergordon in the sunshine. Climbing up into the highlands, we experienced beautiful views and bone shaking gusts of wind in equal measure!
We stopped for the lunch in the most remote pub I have ever been to: the Crask Inn.
The miles passed more easily in the afternoon as the wind dropped and the gradient was more charitable. We pedalled alongside Loch Naver and watched men fly-fishing in the rivers. Unfortunately the threatening black cloud gradually turned to rain as the afternoon went on.
We were happy to arrive at Bettyhill on the North coast and get warm and dry before the last day of cycling tomorrow.