So leaving Dornoch a quiet sleepy villege behind, passing the church and towards Cuthill along a quiet little lane where a golden stoat ran accross the lane infront of me and jumped over the wall. Heading for that A9 again and onto the Dornoch Firth Bridge and beautiful views of the black mountains in the distance. In the loch a disuesed ferry had become redundant and two fabulous storks fishing for breakfast.
Up the hill towards Tain along side to Barbraville with RAF planes zooming over head. In Barbraville is a retirement villege that resenbled an old fashion holiday camp with new plastic grey bungalows all in rows. Really odd. Anyway a nights rest besides the Cromaty Firth tonight. Still enjoying the saunter no problems to speak of weather ok odd shower but nothing to get down about. 15.5 miles walked today almost 100 completed.
Thursday, 11 June 2009
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