Oh thank God for that. Arrived in JOG in the rain,
appropriately I suppose, to find that they’d taken the signpost down because
people have been nicking it if it’s left up overnight. Bit of a disappointment
after 1000 miles but hey ho…we’re finished! Rain cleared up and we were treated
to a religious sort of sunset – as though God was about to select us for some
mission or other (luckily he didn’t, I don’t think I’ve got the energy). Then
we went to the one and only local hotel in JOG and had a celebratory beer and
slap up meal.
The day overall was a good one to finish on…it was
pretty flat with a few nasty exceptions (nothing as we haven’t seen before
though), but the real bugger of the day was a wind in our faces which sucked up
all our remaining energy (mine anyway I probably shouldn’t speak for Dave – he seemed
to have a bit more left in the tank) – I had to just get my head down and slowly
wobble along a couple of patches (passed at one point by a couple of ultra-fit
chaps who zoomed by with a smile and the sort of encouraging remark that makes
you realise you look like you’re about to collapse). But the A9 runs along the
coast all the way on this final stretch and the views were great. Sea, sky,
tarmac – lovely. We got some good bits of sun too. After Wick we knew we were
nearly there and the inevitable result was that it seemed to take forever to
actually get there. There’s a hill just before you get to JOG and the heather
on it was wiped out by fire a few weeks ago so it was completely black and you
could smell the charred remains for a good few miles before you got there – it was
a bit like approaching Mordor.
Well, it’s all over and now all that remains is to
enjoy the train ride home…
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