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TO JOHN 0' GROAT'S: III 83North were of an exquisite beauty. The sunwent down bang behind the Orkneys, casting along quivering bar of ruddy gold across the firthand right into the door of Herbert's tent, andthe sky was alight with shimmeringclouds tillwell after ten o'clock. We were of courseuplifted with the thought of having reached ourgoal, and among my grateful memories of thisgreat journey the evening that we spent at Johno' Groat's stands first.There was one who came to tell us of a motorcaravan which had camped there once, thoughnot upon our knoll. But that news did not concernus.For I have never had any dealings with,nor taken any sort of interest in, that unholyhybrid.Ithink that Johno' Groat's must be the mostentertaining place to live. Itis remote and lonelyenough no doubt, twenty miles from the railwayand with nothing more than a little hamlet atthe back of it,but there can be no monotony inthe lives of those who live there. They are not intouch perhaps with Wick or Thurso, but they arealways in touch with Land's End. We are all atheart lovers of records, and these happy folk maybe said to live in a record neighbourhood, at thefarthest distance to the North. And they have