As I type this the sun has just gone behind the headland. It's still light it's 10pm. That's great because we only arrived at camp at 9pm, and this was supposed to be a short day. So we are now here on the north coast at Bettyhill. It's beautiful.
So a bit of a disaster to start with. Only 10 miles out and embarrassingly we crash into eachother. Will's bike crashes into mine and we are scattered on the road. It's the very north of Scotland so luckily there isn't any traffic. But I'm cut and bruised and my front wheel is badly bent. Will's bike looks OK until he changes gear and the derailleur mashes into his spokes, snaps off and is totally destroyed. With the combination of a lift and my limping to Thurso with a broken wheel we find a bike shop.
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