On Monday, we drove the 150 miles from Ullapool to Bettyhill, a little village way up north. Way, way up north.
Our first stop was at Ardvreck Castle, situated on Loch Assynt. There's not much left of it.
We did not encounter any of Ardvreck's ghosts.
It was a bit rainy, and quite windy, so our visit was short. Our next stop was in the town of Lochinver, to get lunch, from a little restaurant that is somewhat famous for it's pies. Then we stopped at Farr Beach, whose uniquely colored waters and white sands made a popular vacation site. Not today, though, since we were trying not to get blown away.
Then we attempted to take a small road out to a lighthouse. The three best words to describe it- windy, wet, winding. It was closed, after all that effort.We did get to go into an old fisherman's bothy, or hut, and learn about salmon fishing here.
The drive up to Durness took us through some remarkable landscapes. Unfortunately, it was rainy and cloudy, so we couldn't see much of it. 
That's pretty much what we saw.
When we finally made it to Durness, we were rejuvenated by a chocolate shop recommended to us by a shopkeeper in Ullapool. We got some delicious hot chocolate and truffles.
Alfred really doesn't need the extra calories.
From there, it wasn't too far of a drive to our hotel in Bettyhill. First, we had to cross the Kyle of Tongue. A kyle is a body of water.
This way we'll always remember the name.
Then we had to go around another loch, and finally arrived in Bettyhill. There was a great view of the beach from the front of the hotel, but, unfortunately, we were in the way back. Oh well.
The next morning, we had to get an early start to get to the airport. From Wick-John O'Groats airport (way out there), we flew to Edinburgh, then to Belfast. There we picked up another rental car (manual-scary!), and drove to Bushmills, where we spent the night. Northern Ireland has a lot of history, but that's for next time.
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