One of the beauties of cycling is that pedalling alone on a long, empty road allows a lot of time for protracted and uninterrupted trains of thoughts - Chris Hatherly

Just keep pedalling

I reached the outskirts of Inverness around tea time in beautiful sunshine. I felt full of energy and the thought of spending a long evening in my micro tent did not appeal. So instead of heading for the camp site, where I had planned to stay, I thought that I would just push on a bit further. I could always wild camp somewhere. I cycled through Inverness, the biggest urban area since leaving Glasgow and the most northerly city in Scotland, and then across the Kessock Bridge.

Kessock Bridge
Kessock Bridge

Having crossed the Moray Firth onto the Muir of Ord I had immediately left the city behind me and of course all the shops and food outlets etc. So after about half an hour of cycling I left the A9 to make a detour to the small town of Dingwall where I found a Tesco supermarket. The cafe was just about to close and most of the food was gone. However the friendly lady at the counter, on hearing that I had cycled from Fort William, gave me everything that they had left for the price of one meal. So I had a bit of curry mixed up with some pasta bake and it all went down a treat with a hot mug of tea. Thanking the lady again I then took the opportunity to use the loo before going to stock up on some supplies, fruit juice, water, fruit and nut mix, chocolate and a pasta salad. Outside I refilled my water bottles and loaded my supplies into my trailer and handlebar box.

Fortunately, my bike nav found a north bound road connecting Dingwall with the A9 and so I had no need to double back on myself. It was a gorgeous evening so I thought that I would just kept cycling until it got dark.

Cromarty Firth
Cromarty Firth
Dornoch Firth
Dornoch Firth

The road offered some brief views of the Cromarty Firth but later on crossed the Dornoch Firth where the landscape against the setting sun was truely breathtaking.

Dornoch Firth Bridge
Dornoch Firth Bridge
Dornoch Firth Sunset
Dornoch Firth sunset

By now it was after 9:30 and I was thinking about whether to find a place to camp for the night. However, I pushed on along the A9 a bit further passing through some small villages. Often at a village there would be a road sign and by now they had John O'Groats on them. They also had the mileage and it was of course coming down. It was now just a cycle away!

Bullet Point