Simon's DiaryUK Tour 2002
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Monday 1st April 2002
Today Colin and I drove to John O'Groats. Really we did it just so we could say to people that we've (kind of) done "Lands End to John O'Groats", even if it was in a People Carrier car and it still took us 2 1/2 weeks! Much to our pleasure the journey turned out to be worth it. We took our time getting there, and when I found I was feeling dangerously tired I had a sleep for 3/4 hour so all in all including brakes for meals, Colin's cigarette stops, and fuel top ups, it took 7 hours. However as Evan had told me it should only take 4 hours our return journey was somewhat quicker, taking 3 1/2 hours, which as Evan later said, was "Fuckin' fast!". (Hearing that will make the speeding tickets worth while - I hope!) Having driven through the Alps I was quite surprised to find the area near Inverness quite Alpine in it's appearance and feel. It's quite a shock to see what a beautiful country you have so close by, and they can even speak English!
The further North we got the more expensive petrol got. Now I understand why people do the Lands End to John O'Groats trip by alternative methods. There's actually no real justification for petrol to be hiked in these areas by such a degree and even though locals have protested, petitioned and lobbied nothing changes, lets hope they don't get militant otherwise they might not let you get to John O'Groats unless you dress up as petrol pump or oil drum or whatever. As the petrol got more expensive the area became more sparsely populated so that by the time we got to John O'Groats not only were there very few houses, those that did exist were often slightly out of place. For instance one might come across a bungalow, then a miniature castle, a house with spires and all sorts of odd little buildings, it was almost as if the local planning officer had said "OK Mr. McDonald you build your French style chateau farm with Transylvanian spires and folly in the back yard, no one, except mad people who are in a state of delusion from exhaustion, come here anyway, so who gives a shit!"
Even if like us, you cheated and drove to John O'Groats,
The start and finish line, the sign post to Lands End where people can have their photo taken by a local photographer who will add an arm to the sign which says how far and from where you've just come, the small museum, and the strange looking hotel (Which is owned by the same guy who owns the theme park at Land's End) and bar all add to the occasion.
We went to the bar where Greg, the bar man, offered to take a photo of the two of us. I won't put it on here because, well Colin doesn't look too good in it, OK then I will!
We had a nice traditional English supper of tea and pizza, and then after a few more photo's it was time to set off again. We had rather hoped to get back to Pennan before the bar closed, but if it wasn't for the fact that at every turn of the road there were irresistible photo opportunities we would have made it. It took over an hour to get 3 miles from John O'Groats. Here are some of the shots.
By the way we didn't get back in time for the bar
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