John O’ Groats made me sad.
I watched enviously as gleeful, end-to-end cyclists quaffed Champagne at the end of their ordeal, disappointed that I too had not shared in their elation this year. I was struck by the empty units of the shopping ‘village’ and the closing down, end-of-season feel of those establishments still plying for trade. And the windswept shell of the Groats hotel suggested former glories never to be revisited, despite optimism fueled by news of a regeneration master plan for the site. Continue reading
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