Don't let the sun go down on me

Those Haggis are elusive little buggers, didn't even see one let alone catch one and you need two for a decent meal and a pair of gloves.

We're in Durness, about as far north as you can get and definitely as far west. The sun is broken, it won't set. 11pm at night and the sun is still up, 4 am in the morning and it's rising again.

The ancient Egyptians would have loved it here, the sun god RA would never have to battle Anubis lord of the underworld again to ensure the sunrise and those Pharoahs used to wear skirts as well, they would fit right in, wooly socks and jumpers would have been required though, they would have been worshipping sheep instead of cats.

Right I'm off to find evidence of Shaun, sheep headed god of knitwear and ruler of ancient Scotland. It's just as believeable as Nessie.