Day three started the same as day two, with the rain hitting off the roof of the caravan, but it didn’t last, and when I looked up at the sky, I could see a strange blue colour behind the grey that had followed us around the day before. Today we were heading for John O’Groats, which is as fan North East as you can go on the mainland of Britain. The road was up the east coast with amazing views and some sharp hair-pin bends. We stopped off in Wick for some coffee and then headed up to John O’Groats.
After taking in the sights, we were back on the road to Thurso, still finding it hard to keep an eye on the road with the beautiful scenery, large cliffs and beaches that look like they belong in a Spanish sea-side resort. Once I managed to get my eyes back on the road again we had reached Thurso, Time was once again against us so we headed back down the A9. Here’s the map.