Tongue is a small village (population 560) in the far North West of Scotland. A friend of mine was going to visit a client in Skerray, a bit further North, and he kindly invited me along for the ride. We stopped in Tongue for coffee and a bite to eat in the delightful Tongue Deli and Post Office. What a lovely little shop - used by locals and tourists alike. You must drop in if ever you're in the area.
Alisdair left me there, and collected me later, while he went off to visit his client.
What a lovely day it was. The temperature gauge in the car, showing the outside temperature, varied between -7 to and +2. A crisp frost in many places. The road, once it gets North of Lairg, is single track with passing places. On the way we startled 3 magnificent stags but they stopped long enough to have their picture taken. I had an hour or so to myself in Tongue and enjoyed a walk around the village, heading out towards the long-abandoned Castle Varrich. Had I had a bit more time I would have walked the extra mile or so to reach the castle.
On the way back we planned to stop at the Crask Inn, an isolated 'outpost' in the middle of nowhere, for some warming soup but it turns out it was closed, and will be until 7th Feb. We drove on to Lairg and found a pub that was open and the bearded bus driver therein gave me permission to take a photograph of him with his beard decorated ready for Christmas. Here are a few pictures of the day.
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They tell me Christmas is just around the corner. I always know that Christmas is close when I hear Jona Lewie singing 'Stop the Cavalry'
