It was with great distress I found that both Durness hostels were full on Friday night which necessited me delaying my departure from here by a day, particularly as although it dawned misty, it soon cleared into another cloudless blue sky. So just time to nip back into Lochinver for supplies including a visit to the famous pie shop which I had missed on my way in yesterday. Before heading for my own personal, well almost, clear blue water and white sand beach. Although too cold for me to swim I watched seals playing and terns fishing before reading a news paper cover to cover, my first in a month and settling for some serious sunbathing.
Returning to the hostel, I met up with another cyclist from Inverness who assumed I was on my way back from jog, they had already been to Dunnet head and back.
And then into the pies. The shop is justifiably famous, I had been told about it by every cyclist who had passed through Lochinver and any one. I had a venison and cranberry followed by chocolate pear and almond, in one sitting, amazing how a day of doing nothing can do for your appetite.
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