It was hard leaving the B&B the following morning for a couple of reasons.
Reason 1:
A Small Healthy Breakfast
Got up early again to what looked like a slightly cooler day with some cloud. Had a quick wobble round the village and then went for breakfast. This was the mother of all breakfasts. As you can see it was a full English fella with all the trimmings. Fresh home made bread toasted, eggs, mushrooms, toms, more bacon and sausage than you could throw a pig at all washed down with a great mug of coffee. I have to admit I nearly got ‘meat sweats’ after all that bacon and sausage.
Reason 2:
We were so amazingly full after deciding to go for the healthy option for breakfast it was hard to move 
Everything at the B&B was just soooo cool. It was so good to be somewhere that was just how you found it - it was not all fancy with rubber plants in the corner and furniture from Ikea everywhere. It was the daft things like the coffee pot lid didnt fit right any more, but like the woman said “The rest of it still works” and she was so right - why be all false and pretentious. Tea cosies on the coffee pot and tea pot because thats how they do it even when no one is there That was one of the reasons I think I liked this place so much.
So if you are a biker and happen to be up near Tongue call in for an overnight break. The welcome is friendly and so funny, the food is bloody brilliant and there is one of the friendliest pubs just up the road, oh and did I mention how funny the host is - she just has such a cracking outlook on things
View from BB at 06.30!
Anyway - progress was slow but, bikes were packed, 20 quid paid for the B&B and by 8.15am we were off up the dusty road to get back to the ‘main’ A836. Main is in inverts as its a single track road, but its the nearest thing to a main road round here.
As we moved over towards Bettyhill the mist came down, and the wind picked up a tad, the temp dropped quit a bit, but no rain.
Now Bettyhill is a strange place - everyone we talked to all over Scotland kept mentioning it and going on about how they had spent good times there, got drunk there, slept on the beach there, and chilled out there. It was starting to sound like a hippy commune where people went to ‘find’ themselves, but when we rode through it was a dull, misty and bloody windy place.
Its quite a small village with a great road down and hill out. I got a good feeling as I went over the bridge and started climbing up the other side of the bay.
For more info on Bettyhill have a look here…..
Moving on towards Thurso and petrol. The last drink the bikes had was at Ullapool so juice was starting to get low. The wind was really giving its all by now and in some places it was fun to say the least. We took all the A836 to give us - twisty bits, steep ups, steep downs, and all the small villages until Bridge of Forss was reached which meant (as Rob was getting very low on fuel) next place could only be Thurso.
Down the hill past Scrabster and the ferry port to Orkney and there it was our oasis in the desert of Scotland. An Esso filling station
Another pricey fill up. Its odd in Scotland that lots of the petrol station dont show their prices, spose its cos if you saw how much petrol was you might just collapse with heart failure! I think it was about £1.10 or £1.12 per litre so thats about £5 a gallon!!!!! And the government say they are not ripping us off with tax on petrol - yeh right!
Stood at the filling station for a bit in the sun and wind chatting to an old bloke asking about the trip and where we had been and where we were going.
Well its 9.30 in Thurso and time to roll off to the most northern point on mainland Britain
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