The Bus To Thurso.

  Over the past five days, it has been a scorcher in Caithness, right at the far northern end of the map Monday-Friday from  13th-17th June. 

23-24 degrees C one afternoon last week, the breeze making it feel more comfortable than the previous day.

In the distance, a slight mist hung over Hoy while the rooftops looked tiny and suddenly expanded as we approached closer; Hoy is one of the islands that form the Orkney Islands.

A chill bag with a zip, so all the food doesn't go off while waiting for a Bus, is one of the most important things you must own during the hot summer months. The best experience is not feeling chilly at all. Costing nearly £20 feeling I had been robbed crossed my mind before being run over by logic.

Buses are in various stages of decay, with a big crack in the glass window, all creak and struggle in all weather; 22 degrees C during this journey, probably hotter in Thurso the Bus strained with an alarm warning as it struggled up the hill, the Bus back home had door trouble increasing the cool air flowing through on the Bus as I remembered watching the film Speed; I then realised that it would be dangerous to reach 40 mph, but thankfully these vehicles couldn't.

Lots of Cows and Sheep, Horses. I have never seen so many in one place spread far and wide, Cows lying down in the hot Caithness sun. Lamb in the supermarket is strangely absent, and beef and milk are expensive despite being surrounded by all varieties of meat supply.

The whole area is mostly a ghost town. The Co-op, charity shops, pubs and the vape shop are the most successful businesses in the town centre.