The plan for the day was to get out to Cape Wrath. Apart from advertising the need for a new minibus driver, the ferry boat web site suggested that we wouldn't make the round trip by bike so we set out on foot for the slipway.
As we turned the hill to the Kyle of Durness our hearts sank to see at least a dozen people on the jetty and the boat making it's way across the water. By the time we arrived people were turning away and reported that there was no more space until 1pm. The boatman returned very agitated that he had all this potential custom but only one driver, he also announced he had space for 2 more. Two Americans were offered the place on the basis of distance travelled to get here, I felt like mentioning that we had cycled for over two months to get to this point!
Anyway, the sun was shining and it was a sign- we we were about to get in a motorised road vehicle- we have no rules but it would not have been right.
We walked about 10km around the dunes and discussed future plans to visit the Cape on foot one day and stay at the remote bothy.
The weather remained perfect for our walk with sandy beaches, crystal water and Mountain Avens.
Rounding the headland, we came upon the most northerly mainland golf course. It has 18 tees but only 9 greens, perhaps the other 9 are in the North Atlantic!
We continued to the vast sands of Balnakeil Bay and met up with the Swiss walker Florien who was killing time before his bus to Inverness so we joined him in the Chocolate Mountain cafe and had excellent coffee with homemade truffles.
Finally, we went in search of puffins on Faraid Head and saw one before returning to the hostel.
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