What a great journey up there the weather was excellent, the scenery breathtaking and the company...well left a little to be desired.
Kerro - Where the hell did you get your driving licence, the back of a Cornflake packet..... Where is the greencross code man when ya need him
Wilbo - Well, little Wilby must have been excited to go on his little trip, oh what jovial banter...he chortled to himself all the way up..and his knowledge of the area was incredible.... I now know Striling Castle is very close to Wick...and that John O Groats was named after a Norweagan bloke who did summet for a Groat.....
Slept well that night anyway.... Never get stuck in a lift with Wilbo.
Booked into the Slaughtered Lamb, who decided to have a pool comp till 4am great start!!!!!!
What a nightmare start, not only where Kerro and I up all night with the great snoring wierdo and the pool comp, but the rain started...21/2 of walking inthe rain. Quick change and back out. Luckily it stopped for the rest of the day, but the roads were a nightmare, no flat surfaces, 1000m climbs after climbs.
The first day took its toll and fatigue set in, by the time we got back to the Slaughtered Lamb, I couldnt speak, I needed sleep and rest. A VERY HARD DAY
Kerro however ate as usual.
Wilby talked cr-p to the locals as he Sherlockily realised they all had different accents...( didnt you notice the 7 fingers on each hand )
To be fair...The locals throughout the day were extremely supportive....Wilbo said he felt like Eddie Izzard...I said I bet you do cheeky!
