On Top of the World

3 months on from our southern most stop of the year at Naples we're now finally at our northern most point of John O' Groats. That's one week of our Scottish trip down, 2-3 more to go!

Before going to the end of Britain we stopped off at Wick, where we had spent the night before to visit a whopping big cave. This cave, no doubt the cause of a safe harbour to many in a storm. Today however it chose violence as evident by the big green stain on Rob's bum.

Further around the bay we came across the new industry that has revived Wick from the decline of herring fishing: green energy. Wick today is one of the major ports in Scotland responsible for the construction of North Sea wind farms.

Further up the coast you can see a history teacher doing history teacher things. The old brick pillbox that brought Rob much excitement is the remnant of a hectic and fearful time in 1940 when a German invasion of Britain seemed very likely. As scary as they are I'm not sure two Scotsmen with a gun would have held off much of an invasion.

Finally at John O' Groats, not technically the northern most point but heyho, we wandered along the coast to see some of the incredible rock formations. I'm starting to wondering if Nomadic Time Machine is turning into Nomadic Geography Machine.

Despite not being able to see much wildlife so far, the seals and dolphin were mostly elusive, we did get a good view of plenty of super noisy Puffins.

Some very big cool looking stacks just around the corner.

We've finally done it! A couple of years after we started this strange journey and stayed in a caravan near Lands End we finally made it to its opposite number up north. Supposedly only 874 miles between the two we have covered easily over 10,000 miles of travelling in the meantime.

After a super busy day we pulled into a lovely park up opposite a nuclear power plant. This is a rare glimpse these days of a sunset by Moira. While the sunset for us in Europe was at c.10.30pm by the end, we suddenly jumped back to 9.30pm in England for two weeks, and now being up so north in Scotland we see the sunset at 11.30pm. And even then the Scottish weather has been rarely kind enough to see much.