It was Day 3 and we were looking that we were going to be slower rather than faster than last year. Outside 8 days maybe.
I guess I shouldn't have expected anything more, but I was on a bit of a downer.
Still the sun was shining.
There was no snow at our camping spot at Strathpuffer (pictured below).
Oh yes, and the views.
We cooked our supper at Croick Church after a quick look at the names on the windows.
Then on to Oykel Bridge Hotel for a drink before heading on to the Northern loop.
Past Rosehall and into Glen Cassley we ride. Tom's tired, so we start to look for somewhere to pitch the tents.
We were fussy at first for pitches, then, well, stupid.
A site sheltered by trees on both sides proved within 30 seconds to be just the place that the Scottish midge favours. We were covered in the wee beasties as we quickly pitched our tents. As we lay in our tents we could hear the little monsters over the sound of the river.
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