So we went to Dunnet Head first.
On the way, I stopped off at Dunnet Bay Distillers. The distillery is small, clean and bright, the Rock Rose gin delicious (I tried the 57% Navy Strength, at ten in the morning), and the locally sourced botanicals read like a list of minor Watership Down characters: Juniper, Rowanberry, Sea Buckthorn.
John O'Groats was windswept and featureless, as advertised, but we were still excited about our obligatory photos with the signpost. We turned south, leaving the flat, misty plain for the main road to Wick and beyond.
Howard, at the front, had been keeping an eye out for potential lunch, and we pulled in at a little tea room where I had cullen skink, ordered with a vague sense that it was fish and potatoes and I would like it (correct), and the waitress answered every request or thanks with a cheerful 'No bother'.
An onslaught of rain prevented us getting full value from the sea views and hairpin bends of the Berriedale Braes, and set in for the afternoon as the A9 carried us back to Inverness, getting busier as it went. As Howard and I crossed the water into the city, the sky magically cleared to blue.
Since the holiday was nearly at an end, I took the opportunity to buy some sweets for the office. The Inverness Tesco wasn't quite the same experience as going to a French supermarket, but did helpfully have a Local Products aisle featureing the entire range of Tunnocks and Irn Bru.