Yodagoat
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For a while now I've been wanting to do a tour of Scotland. I believe there is no point in touring someone else's country untill you have done your own, so on the 14th of August I set off.
Day one.
After loads of fannying about making sure I hadn't forgotten anything I set off. I headed over the Forth Road Bridge heading for Perth. I then headed up the Blairgowrie road heading for my first nights camping at the Lazy Duck hostel in Nethy Bridge.
The weather was great. I stopped in Braemar to meet my parents who had been away for a few nights on my Dad's Pan Euro. I was going to grab a bite to eat at the Hungry Highlander but its shut on a monday, never mind though, the old ones pulled through and bought me my lunch at the hotel.
After lunch I headed north again. I stopped to take a pic and a piss near the Lecht and two beemers went past, at 1200GS and a 650, was it you?
I arrived at the Lazy Duck after a bit of searching due to a bunch of folk giving me wrong directions. I must have seemed a bit of an arse cos every time I but the bike on the stand, the bars would swing round and the horn would hit of the tankbag, what a goat.
The Lazy Duck is a pretty sweet little place. Theres a chimnea fire to sit around, and there is a cool hammock. David, the guy who owns it, and the girls that worked there were all pretty sound, making me feel welcome and inviting me round their fire. my tea on the other hand was shite. a chicken dopiaza boil in the bag affair. Rank.
Day Two
The next day I packed up early (for me) and headed north again. Over the Tain Bridge I headed for Wick where I was staying with Droo and Katy for the night.
The road to Wick is pretty good. I always stop at Capaldi's for an ice cream before heading over the Berrydale's. This time I got a couple of sausage rolls and a coffee cos I was fcuking freezing.
I put the GS in Droo's parents garage and we went over the bay to Droo's flat where Katy had made excellent bacon rolls and chips. We then headed out to the local Weatherspoons pub for some super cheap drinks.
Day 3
Droo woke me up and gave me a lift over to his folks house where I used the facilities and collected the GS. Then it was back to Weatherspoons for the bargain of the trip, a full fry up for £1.99. Bonus!
After breakfast I headed north in the drizzle to John O' Groats where I was the total tourist and got my photo taken beside the signpost. (look whats written on it)
If you head east of John O' Groats you'll come to the lighthouse at Duncansby Head. From there you can take a walk to the Duncansby Stacks, its well worth it.
I then headed west along the coast to Dunnet Head, the most northerly point in Scotland.
Apparently the big red fog horn you can see on the building in the last picture has been replaced three times because all the other ones have corroded and fallen to the bottom of the cliffs below.
Leaving Dunnet Head behind I headed to Reay along the north coast road. I got a little wet, but by the time I arrived at Reay I was dry. This could have something to do with riding past Dounreay though.
Me and Pete fitted the seat box back into Pete's Landy, then Hammy arrived on his VTR1000 and we had many beers.
Anyway, its getting late so I'll do more of my trip tomorrow night. Sorry about the pictures being all different sizes, this is due to me not having a clue what I am doing.
Goodnight Vienna
Mike
Day one.
After loads of fannying about making sure I hadn't forgotten anything I set off. I headed over the Forth Road Bridge heading for Perth. I then headed up the Blairgowrie road heading for my first nights camping at the Lazy Duck hostel in Nethy Bridge.
The weather was great. I stopped in Braemar to meet my parents who had been away for a few nights on my Dad's Pan Euro. I was going to grab a bite to eat at the Hungry Highlander but its shut on a monday, never mind though, the old ones pulled through and bought me my lunch at the hotel.
The road to Braemar.
After lunch I headed north again. I stopped to take a pic and a piss near the Lecht and two beemers went past, at 1200GS and a 650, was it you?
2 BMs heading to the lecht.
I arrived at the Lazy Duck after a bit of searching due to a bunch of folk giving me wrong directions. I must have seemed a bit of an arse cos every time I but the bike on the stand, the bars would swing round and the horn would hit of the tankbag, what a goat.
The Lazy Duck is a pretty sweet little place. Theres a chimnea fire to sit around, and there is a cool hammock. David, the guy who owns it, and the girls that worked there were all pretty sound, making me feel welcome and inviting me round their fire. my tea on the other hand was shite. a chicken dopiaza boil in the bag affair. Rank.
Day Two
The next day I packed up early (for me) and headed north again. Over the Tain Bridge I headed for Wick where I was staying with Droo and Katy for the night.
Tain Bridge
The road to Wick is pretty good. I always stop at Capaldi's for an ice cream before heading over the Berrydale's. This time I got a couple of sausage rolls and a coffee cos I was fcuking freezing.
Berrydale
I put the GS in Droo's parents garage and we went over the bay to Droo's flat where Katy had made excellent bacon rolls and chips. We then headed out to the local Weatherspoons pub for some super cheap drinks.
Day 3
Droo woke me up and gave me a lift over to his folks house where I used the facilities and collected the GS. Then it was back to Weatherspoons for the bargain of the trip, a full fry up for £1.99. Bonus!
After breakfast I headed north in the drizzle to John O' Groats where I was the total tourist and got my photo taken beside the signpost. (look whats written on it)
If you head east of John O' Groats you'll come to the lighthouse at Duncansby Head. From there you can take a walk to the Duncansby Stacks, its well worth it.
I then headed west along the coast to Dunnet Head, the most northerly point in Scotland.
Little Clett, on the way to Dunnet Head.
The lighthouse at Dunnet Head.
Dunnet Head cliffs.
a comedy sign at Dunnet Head
Apparently the big red fog horn you can see on the building in the last picture has been replaced three times because all the other ones have corroded and fallen to the bottom of the cliffs below.
Leaving Dunnet Head behind I headed to Reay along the north coast road. I got a little wet, but by the time I arrived at Reay I was dry. This could have something to do with riding past Dounreay though.
Me and Pete fitted the seat box back into Pete's Landy, then Hammy arrived on his VTR1000 and we had many beers.
Anyway, its getting late so I'll do more of my trip tomorrow night. Sorry about the pictures being all different sizes, this is due to me not having a clue what I am doing.
Goodnight Vienna
Mike

Only five days to go...... 
Praying to the Sun Gods.