The more time I spend up in the Far North, the more I learn to appreciate it.
On Tuesday, we spent the afternoon clipping bolts at the mound - I am weak ....
On Tuesday, we spent the evening flicking off a bzillion ticks - they are bad :(
On Wednesday we went to Mid Clyth for the first time. If you do get bored (highly unlikely) with the climbing, you can sit and watch the atlantic grey seals on the reef opposite until the cows come home.
So, between the seals constantly applauding us for our ninja climbing skills (*cough*) and us applauding the shags for their braveness in nest selection, it was a rather cool morning.
We then moved camp up to Sarclet and were rewarded with some 'sweet routes' and some amazing displays by 2 young seals - one of the most amazing things I have seen in the sea.
Today, with a ming forecast, we embraced the Highland Wildcat Trails at Golspie - where there is a very, very fine line between being in complete control and being completely out of control. Not quite sure which camp I was in.