Big green fly swatting machine (Day 87)

Alarm clocks shouldn't really go off at 6 on a Sunday morning. Ours did though, and the wifeycle and I were soon off on the bike. We went south on the ferry to Gills bay, then to Wick. After Wick I headed for Tongue. A fabulous ride, then back to Wick to collect Mrs P. We came home on the ferry from Scrabster, having stopped off at Duncansby Head and John O' Groats.
Miles ridden 251. Flies killed - billions of them. Grin factor - infinite. :)