Day 12 Culloden to Dunbeath

Last full day and fortune is smiling on us again. The sun is out and the wind is at our backs again. we've changed our plans to take the more direct route up the East Coast on the A9 (again). We start by passing the boggy battlefield of Culloden, with its eerie red and blue flags marking out the batle lines. A little way along the A9 we wonder if we've made the right decision. The going is fast though and the traffic gets thinner as we head North. It is a morning of big rivers, as we pass over the Moray Firth, the Cromarty Firth and the Dornoch Firth. Even though its the notorious A9 the road is great after Dornoch, hugging the coast and following the old railway line. Lunch at a pub where the drowsy late summer wasps force us indoors. The going remains good, but its our longest ride (90 miles) and we're still riding at 8pm as we roll into a little campsite in the hills above Dunbeath. Only 35 miles to do tomorrow so time to break out the wine and whisky.