John o’ Groats Trail

Snow fell during the night. Time-travellers leave no footprints. Crossing the golf course at Brora, fresh snow crunching under my boots, I’m giddy among childhood echoes. I choose the beach rather than a narrow icy strip between a stone wall […]

Limited by Sunday public transport options, I have a leisurely short walk today, leaving plenty of time to chat over breakfast with John, the Airbnb owner. He worked for 30 years on a boat safety crew for the rigs, retrieving

I’m the only person stepping down from the early morning Wick train onto a wet platform at Tain. Arctic showers are forecast to sweep across the Highlands, and light rain is already falling so it’s on with the waterproofs. There’s