What a wet day!
Wester Ross was full of water falls as the ground gave up all the rain that's fallen in the last 48 hours. Coming across from Braemar Junction over to the coast the road fell through a canyon, with water gushing from streams by the side of the road to join the raging river and one really high water fall - the highest I've seen in this country. Any one of the hundreds of water falls would have been a major draw in a less remote part of the country.
Arrived very cold and wet at a hotel where Antonio, a Spaniard with very little English, was very kind and put a heater on to dry our sodden clothes. I poured water out of my left shoe!
Later on we caught up with John and Ann, who we had last seen in Durness and spent an enjoyable afternoon together riding the (extreme) hills to Gairloch and eating the heaviest lemon drizzle cake ever baked at a tea shop. The last hill was the worst with a climb from sea level to 350m where it rained heavily for one last time before we reached our rather lovely B&B.
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