After breakfast I strapped up my feet and set off from Lochinver in hazy sunshine, initially along the A837, then turned off onto the B869 which felt very much like a mountain road via Stoer and Clashnessie. Both had beautiful beaches. I received quite a few donations along the way from lovely, friendly people. The scenery, as ever, was simply gorgeous. Philippa rang to confirm that she had booked her flight to come and visit me! I spent the night in Scourie.
