Day 14 - John o'Groats

The Final Leg….

Yes the sun was shining on us today, and we have to say the views from the rooms at the hotel of choice were superb to say the least, with water to one side and fantastic mountain ranges to the other.

Our day finished yesterday at the top of Bettyhill, where the ever faithful support crew collected us, this time we travelled west wards to a hotel for the overnight stay in a place called Tongue, a venue the girls had researched and as said earlier the views were well worth it.

We were reliably informed by locals, that the route we had mapped out along the north coast was truly rewarding, the small but valid point that had been missed out on the praise of our decision was b....y Hills again, lots of them, but hey we are getting very very used to them now !!!.

We had decided to take a small deviation to the route to visit Dunnet Head, which is in fact for the uninitiated, the most northerly point of mainland Britain, and yes they only way to get to it is strangely up a 5 mile long hill, and obviously into a northerly wind, the benefit if you can call it that , is it is downhill on the way back.

After our detour we resumed our course to John O’ Groats, now firmly on the last leg of the journey, all quite excited that we were now going to achieve the goal of End to End.

We finally crossed the line at about 3.30pm, still enjoying the luxury of sunshine, it soon became apparent that absolutely no expense was ever budgeted for in making the most of this natural tourist attraction, apart from the fact that for the first time in days we were able to enjoy a Costa Coffee, how’s that for timing ?

Have since obviously opted for champagne though.

This brings us to the end of our End to End journey, we did it, and we are very proud of the fact we didn’t walk a step, not bad for a couple of old farts on  tour………

Please note :

This blog has not quite finally ended just yet, as we will also be posting a few thoughts / observations that have happened during the course of our journey, and naturally the listing the obligatory useless facts that none of you will be the slightest bit interested in.

The Old Farts and the very very patient and efficient support crew , whom both Chris and I owe a great deal to

59 miles average speed 14.0 mph