One lot of rock slid over another lot of rock when yet another lot of rock pushed up from underneath.

Off the picture to the right, which was facing into the sun, is also the Moine Thrust Plane.

The whole area is a geologist's nightmare.

Not enough early birds for us.

But there in the distance, way to the south, is the Old Man of Stoer.

Its taken us a few days do drive from there to here.

Every corner holds something new.

Heavy trucks to transport the fish south.

Not a fish and chip shop in sight.

About as far north on the west coast as we can drive.

There is a road to Cape Wrath but that involves a small boat from Durness then someone's mini-bus for the last 12 miles.

We see mention of estates, some of which have become trusts. We see crofts and fields. Then open peat moorland. And we suspect common land.

There was a sign at the entrance to this part of the bay asking us to avoid the wet bits so they could recover.

This young lady cycled down from the village to near our truck to use her mobile phone.

We weren't so lucky, wrong network so no signal. 

A couple of people drove down to walk their dogs.

Tardis is the white spec in the middle of the green.

This is the only bay we found that was accessible and didn't have a caravan park.

The patch to the right was accessible by driving through the creek. There were tyre marks from a tractor but the crossing looked a bit tricky, and we didn't need to, and it looked like the grass needed to recover.

A bit cool for swimming.

We walked a couple of km over to Polin Beach.

We think the mountains in the distance are Foinaven and Arkle. We lost our money on the Grand National the years the horses named after the mountains won.

Whenever Ali points and says "pretty" I get to take a photograph.

Too idle to walk back and take one of the patterns in the sand she was pointing at.

No paths but easy going through soggy peat.

Until the stone wall that is .... but that's a story for another day as they say.

Just a bit cold.

One of the problems with single width roads is that ..... they are single width.

Not a problem, time has little meaning for us. Smiles all round until the truck was loaded.

There's a small band of limestone that extends southwards.

Low tide and nobody around so no trip deeper into the cave.

Met a couple of Aussies from Perth here. They noticed the Queensland plates on Tardis.

We camped by the side of the road just south of Altnahara.

This very capable vehicle had hydraulic motors driving all the tracks. The tracks seemed to twist lots. Very good at steep boggy bits of peat. 

One person working on his own bringing cut logs down from the hillside.

There's a lot of forestry in this part of Scotland.

The tracks on the trailer are tilted at about 45 degrees.

It stood very still once it spotted me.

Got to within a couple of hundred feet before it got upset and ran away.

Across the river, so I let it go!