Day 20 - Helmsdale to John O'Groats

Here at last - 1000 odd miles from the start, 3 weeks ago.

If you're wondering where the pointy bits of the signpost are, they're owned by a man called Pete who takes them home with him at night. If Pete isn't around, call him up – he only lives down the road apparently – and he’ll load up his car, come down with the signposts and charge you a tenner to have your photo taken. I'm not kidding, this is really how it works.

Anyway, we're here. But - we're getting ahead of ourselves: let's backpedal (*cough*) to the start of today...

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Cycling into the clouds, early in the day:

The road behind us. That's the sea on the left and a llama farm (seriously) on the right:

Rosie invents the tupperware bar bag (note Co-Op Bacon crispies):

Disused Fuel Pumps of the Highlands (No.1)

Godawful old biddies' tearoom. Like stepping into a time vortex: Nescafe, toasties and Heinz soup:

Disused Fuel Pumps of the Highlands (No.2)

Pithy summary of the day's cycling conditions:

Disused Fuel Pumps of the Highlands (No.3)

Moorland grass – the only thing living up here, seemingly. 3 miles to go:

Our accommodation for the night:

Only kidding, although our actual hotel wasn't much better. The landscape up here is bleak and littered with abandoned farmhouses. It feels like you're cycling towards the ends of the earth, figuratively as well as literally.

Speeding into John O'Groats at last:

That’s about it! Thanks again for all the support, people :)

Some final snaps from the finish line...