After resting up for the night I packed Bessie(the barrel) and donned some jogging flares:
The fog closed in, I hoped it would clear before I reached the hills and mountains later on the day’s route.
The long uphill stretches that characterise the roads of the highlands make a marathon that bit more difficult. However what goes up must come down.
Higher into the hills the visibility got worse, dulling what was otherwise a picturesque region to pass through.
On the way down one of the last hills that I injured my ankle whilst trying to stop Bessie from getting away from me on the slope. As the fog began to clear, a war memorial presented itself, a monument to those who died serving in The First World War and to those who continue to serve and protect us today. It was a poignant reminder of the soldiers this challenge will go towards helping, their efforts for all of us and those who dedicate themselves to healing the sick and wounded.
The second marathon over, I stopped in Helmsdale for the night to prepare for day 3: Helmsdale to Tain.