Saturday 26 November: Killing time near Inverness – we’ve driven over the Kessock bridge, eaten our sandwiches – and now the light’s looking good. To the west of the bridge, we look across the Beauly Firth, from the village of Charleston (the original?); a little later, we’ve followed the narrow lane down to Kilmuir, beside the Moray Firth. Its phone box is still red, but it’s now “KiLMUiR iNFO BOX”