We headed off on a tar meltingly hot day to Euston for the sleeper. We had a couple of beers and sat in the shade in Euston square gardens, in Pete's case under the flight path of an incontinent crow.
The sleeper bunk was a bit like sleeping in an M R I scanner, claustrophobic noisy. but without the soothing radio2 on the headphones.
John O' Groats,ancient Norse for Arse end O' Nowhere, was full of interesting characters arriving and departing on various heroic missions. Took the obligatory photos and at last done the first day. Just off to seek out the nightlife of Thurso.
Jane
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