After introducing Loki to Orphir's Orkney's Creel Cottage's most eminent blipper the other day, it only seemed fair to afford Caithness's equivalent the same honour  opportunity. 

And so, after a 5am alarm, a 6am departure from the but n ben,  a smooth sailing with sub optimal sausage roll (I chose bacon, phew!)and a quick sprint to meet the first train of the day south for Her to board, I met MReid in the car park in Central Wick  next to the stones and the trolleys. 

A stroll to the outskirts  of town to admire the steps that weren't the black ones in a futile attempt to tire said hound out and then another kind gesture in keeping with IainatCreel's s hospitality in the form of an abandoned trolley find was followed by a hot beverage before the long schlep south began in earnest. 

Lunch outside the home of Golspie Sutherland FC, a sensor change in Alness outside Morrison's in a downpour, Adblue added in Inverness,  a brief game of 3 and in in the Ralia car park, before alighting at Braco to drop off the Wylie sculpture at the folks.

So grateful were they for its safe passage, we were paid in lasagne.

And finally the hour home along the M9, an excitable Loki was thrilled to be home, but still wanted to leave with me, and across town to empty the contents of the van and zzzzzzzzz.......