Day 13

Tain to Tongue - 64 miles

A wet start today and the rain looked as if it was going to be with us for the duration. So it was head down and put up with it – or so we thought. In the event, after a final squall, the rain stopped and the sun came out just after lunch. Perfect timing as we pedalled our way into the most glorious, jaw-droppingly beautiful scenery on the road from Lairg to Tongue. You can take it from us – we’ve seen the countryside along the length of Britain – and today tops the pile for sheer take-your-breath-away views. We were initially chuffed that the wind would keep the midges away (even though we are armed with midge hats courtesy of Christine) but battling against it for the majority of the day took its toll on our already reduced energy reserves. Our support team were with us every step of the way and team hubbie Keith also joined us for the final 20 miles into Tongue. The only slight mishap occurred when Anne, for no clear reason, cycled into the hedgerow and is now placed equal first with Mandy for the prize of team member who has fallen off most (Two-all).  We find ourselves tonight tired but happy in a very comfortable B&B. The only member of the team who is slightly put out is Macy who has taken exception to Titch, the resident Jack Russell.  Tomorrow’s ride with be 65 undulating miles along the coast to John O’Groats – the end is almost in sight!