Thanks, Blader54. That's a pretty amusing post. Though I confess I had to use google to get the Brough reference...the wiki was a very interesting read. T.E.Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia) bought 8 Brough Superior Motorcycles... though he died on number 7 before the 8th was completed. He apparently suffered from one of the earliest reported cases of multiple bike syndrome (MBS). Thank You, DunkingBird! Your photo is amazing... the stone slabs look exactly the same. And that looks like some nice riding there as well! Once we tiptoed past the bovine security guard, we were back on pavement...the A836, and we rolled right down into John O' Groats... a place I first heard of when Charlie and Ewan started The Long Way Down with a shot of the famous signpost. John o' Groats is named after a Dutchman, Jan de Groot, who got the ferry franchise from the king back in 1496. There's still a ferry there to the Orkney Islands, but John o' Groats' real claim to fame is being the north end of Britain... according to the wiki, "The phrase Land's End to John o' Groats is frequently heard both as a literal journey (being the longest possible in Great Britain) and as a metaphor for great or all-encompassing distance, similar to the American phrase coast to coast." These days, it's a tacky mix of souvenir stands and takeaway chip shops. Excited at reaching one of the great ADV destinations...we were laughing and hamming it up by the signpost.... and another rider offered to take our picture. I thought we were recreating a publicity shot of Charlie and Ewan.… but I got it wrong.... they were shading their eyes.... not pointing in opposite directions... but there we were... But what really confirms John o' Groats as one of the great ADV destinations..... Is the Starbucks Coffee franchise in the building to the left of the Old John o' Groats House Hotel! I couldn't resist the irony.... we had coffee and brownies to celebrate! You're a real adventure rider now, Mrs Trip! The ferry arrived as we were fooling around... the passengers starting to disembark on the foggy pier... We'd been talking to these folks earlier, and admiring their bike. On a tour from home near Manchester. John o' Groats, despite the reputation, is neither the furthest north, nor the furthest northeast point. A couple miles down a narrow road towards Muckle Stack, and you reach Duncansby Head. The fog did it's best to cloak the view from the edge... you can't even see the waves below... A lighthouse stands just back from the cliffs. Only 11 meters tall, but it sits 67 meters (220 ft) above the sea below, and marks the ACTUAL most northeasterly point on the island of Britain. From Duncansby Head we rode southwest, back into the interior. Past one of the countless old memorials to the fallen from the Great War... a long list of names from where there is no longer even a town... the young men of Canisbay Parish. We flew southwest... on the straightest road in Scotland (or so it seemed). A jog at a crossroads... and straight on again... Wind turbines along the high point. There were a couple of curves by this point... but not many. And then we stumbled on the Grey Cairns of Camster. A wooden walkway across the boggy ground. This is the Round Cairn, the smaller of the two. They were built over 5,000 years ago. Further up the hill, The Long Cairn. Both of these have been rebuilt, to give an idea of what they originally looked like... except the experts don't agree. Some dispute the double stone construction of the base walls. Others argue that the cairns were higher, more sophisticated structures with stepped sides. Both human and animal bones were found in the chambers within. Its thought that the cairns were meeting places for ritual use... though the significance of the site is still a mystery. From Camster we continued south... straight again down to Lybster. From Lybster we took the minor road north to Achavanich. Achavanich means "the field of the stones" and it's the site of a very unusual horseshoe shaped ring of standing stones. Achavanich is unique in the way it's stones are positioned with their edges facing the center of the enclosure. There is the remains of a chambered cairn on the site as well, even older than the 4,000 year old ring of stones. That is Loch Stemster beyond. You can see the fog starting to roll in again... it's late afternoon by now. … and it continued to pile up...thicker and thicker the nearer we got to the coast. Thinning a bit as we topped the ridge. But you can still see the thick bank of fog ahead. We rode the A9 highway south, along the coast. Visibility was very bad, in the fog. I turned on the flashing tail lights we have on the bikes, and we made our way down into Helmsdale. It was clear again as we rode along the river into town. We stayed at the Bridge Hotel, recently remodeled and newly reopened. The owner checked us in, made us some coffee with little cakes, and joined us for a cup in the sitting area. Then we went out for a walk around Helmsdale. Not a lot of restaurants in town. We ended up getting fish and chips to take away at the little shop on the left. And we ate our dinner in the little park across the street.