JoGLE 1: John O'Groats to Pain

Taim, we actually got to Taim. But pain is all I can think about.

I would have started by telling you about the walk we took after dinner to see the sun set over the Orkney Islands from The Sign and the random Scot playing Aude Lang Sign on an accordion but I'm in too much pain.

I could go on and tell you about the gorgeous start we had from John O'Groats and the selfie I took but my knee hurts like hell. 

I should really tell you of the excitement when 4 current and one ex nuclear engineers saw Dounreay with its various experimental reactors but my thighs are like Uranium 238, heavy and not very useful.

A proper report of the day wouldn't complete without a description of the devine lunchtime battered black pudding but I've just eaten my weight in food for dinner and now having a food coma. 

It's a sin that I'm not now waxing lyrical about the stunning views we had as we wound along past Loch Naver or through the Highland forests of tall nobel pines but I have really bad saddle sore.

One day I'll explain the loveliness of the rich golden whisky smell as we rode past the Glenmorangie distillery but my nose is a little sunburnt.

It is criminal of me that I'm not letting you in on how eerie it was seeing the clouds descend and start rolling over the hills and through the trees but I'm lying in bed and I don't think I can move a muscle.

You know on second thoughts that was such an incredible day that any pain I might be feeling now just melts away when I think about it all. 

You can view the first part of our day on Strava and the second part.

Tomorrow is only 100 miles to Fort William, a breeze compared to today's 120.