Time off, weather too good to waste, so off I go again.

 

By the time I had transferred all the solar gubbins back to my Ridgeback and repaired the odd dodgy cable, and packed and thought long and hard whether I had forgotten anything, and stopped for essential supplies, I wasn't under way until 6pm.

 

So just a gentle 21 miles in evening sunshine to a little bit of grass on the edge of a shingle beach covered in sea pinks and a carpet of a succulent that might be samphire. Just enough breeze to keep the midges away until just now, which is useful as a bit warm in a tent in unaccustomed 20+C heat.

 

No datalogger this time, so I rely on the charge controller voltage readouts and the increasing range shown on the Shimano display to know that all is well.

 

Journey's beginning.

 

 

Scenic end of day.

 

 

 

Tiredness from my work shift, a slightly dodgy pasty at lunchtime and a significant headwind made today short, a mere 50 miles in perfect conditions. Battery at full voltage all day, so I might disconnect one panel tomorrow just for the learning.

 

I broke my mirror just before setting off yesterday, so very pleased to find a replacement at Nevis Cycles in Fort William. Off Beat Bikes also Fort William sold their last one yesterday.

 

The crazy holiday drivers are out in force. Last year's major innovation, the GuerniCar deflector is doing its job for sideways space but some of the close calls of drivers overtaking into the face of visible oncoming traffic are quite something!

 

The day ends at my regular Loch Lochy layby, just like day 1 last year.

 

Nothing left but flat grass.

 

 

Ready to roll.

 

 

I'd clean the panels if the conditions were not so perfect. Dust costs about 5% of output.

 

 

Castle Stalker with a flag. Someone must be home.

 

 

Seriously large 'camper van'.

 

 

And camp.

 

The crazy holiday drivers are out in force. Last year's major innovation, the GuerniCar deflector is doing its job for sideways space but some of the close calls of drivers overtaking into the face of visible oncoming traffic are quite something!

 

You can mount one of your GuerniCar deflectors to your right side handlebar end - a simple bodge, for when you're on the road: Make a small hole in the middle of a small water bottle cap, bolt that onto your handlebar end using the bolt already there (if present. Stronger if you insert a washer), cut the base of the small water bottle off, screw the bottle onto the bottle cap (tape it on too), tape or ziptie blue/white pipe lagging around the water bottle, so that it sticks out 39.9cm. "STEEL BAR" lettering is optional. I haven't had any close passes of any sort since using the GuerneySiderating™ Illumimaker™:

 

 

Edited June 1, 20232 yr by guerney

An evening without 4G, so yesterday's news today.

 

Unusually I slept all the way through to my 8am alarm, by which time the midges were gone, so a leisurely breakfast and pack. More headwind, which was funnelling first down the Great Glen and later from the west through Glen Shiel, so a good workout with the hills as well.

 

I ran my camera facing backwards to see how close people get to my GuerniCar deflector, results yet to be analysed. But a noticeably high proportion of LHD number plates in the closer ones. At least the driver is my side and knows their clearance, even if it isn't what I would like. Other countries perhaps don't have an equivalent to our 1.5m highway code rule, and UK is not effectively communicating it.

 

The transition between 'just getting North' and the real journey's beginning happens for me at the left turn at Invergarry, when the busy trunk road to Inverness splits and very soon views and scenic stopover lay-bys start appearing, and a proper climb over a pass comes along.

 

Conditions were not entirely clear early on, and a corroded terminal block screw made it hard to disconnect a panel, so I continued with all three for now. Having looked at today's forecast, I seem to have two weeks of bright or sunny to come, so there will be some experimenting later. Meanwhile, the lowest voltage I saw all day with constant use of level 2 assist, and occasional level 3 was 40.7. My charge controllers are set to 41V, so that is barely dipping below the constant voltage part of the charge curve, so always above 80% or so.

 

After the 320m climb over from Glen Garry to Morriston bridge came the beautiful run past Loch Cluanie and the Cluanie Inn through a concentration of excellent Munro bagging terrain, with another 70m of up, then the long usually fast descent to Shiel Bridge and the chocolate emporium, today slowed by that headwind to barely 20mph, and then a left turn towards the second big climb of the day, over Bealach Ratagain, 340m from sea level with three chevrons on the OS map, to Glenelg.

 

For the second day running, a beautiful camp spot with a breeze most of the time was too tempting to pass by, and with a village shop for essential supplies and fish and chips from a cafe in the village hall, I called it a day at 94km and 15:30.

 

The nearly 300m climb out after the famous ferry just ahead might also have been a factor!

 

Long distance drinks van, yours truly and a venerable 2CV.

 

 

Gorse and broom brighten a cloudy scene nicely. Halfway down the Glen Shiel descent.

 

 

Near the top of the Ratagain climb

 

 

 

Nice garden just before Glenelg.

 

 

Striking memorial on the seafront.

 

 

Campsite last night

 

 

And this morning.

 

I went via Glenelg so that my unusual form of transport could travel on another: the last remaining manually operated turntable ferry in the world, so this post is a celebration of MV Glenachulish. Spectacular crossing on a morning like today, and worthy of being a 'destination' on any tour of these parts.

 

The 'Shore station' cafe on 'my' side this morning is also excellent, with fresh from the oven savoury things for my lunch, a great cup of tea and a good chinwag with the manager.

 

 

Sitting on her mooring before the first crossing of the day.

 

 

Arriving and loading at the Glenelg side.

 

 

 

Onboard.

 

 

 

Larger traffic loaded for the return trip.

 

 

And off she goes again.

 

Edited June 3, 20232 yr by matthewslack

I do like a good ferry, never seen one like that though.

I remember, as a lad, taking the Servern ferry crossing on a return trip to Birmingham from Devon with my parents. I think my dad did it 'cos he knew I liked ferries. This one had a turntable built into the deck. The crossing was quite rough, as the severn estuary can be, with the tide running fast. I had been sitting in the middle of a pile of spare tyres and had just got out when a large wave crashed over the side and soaked the tyres.

This must have been the early sixties so the last days of the ferry before the bridge opened.

I went via Glenelg so that my unusual form of transport could travel on another: the last remaining manually operated turntable ferry in the world, so this post is a celebration of MV Glenachulish. Spectacular crossing on a morning like today, and worthy of being a 'destination' on any tour of these parts.

 

The 'Shore station' cafe on 'my' side this morning is also excellent, with fresh from the oven savoury things for my lunch, a great cup of tea and a good chinwag with the manager.

 

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Sitting on her mooring before the first crossing of the day.

 

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Arriving and loading at the Glenelg side.

 

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Onboard.

 

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Larger traffic loaded for the return trip.

 

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And off she goes again.

 

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I think I went on that ferry as a kid many years ago. Out of interest, what do they charge for a bike? Did you have to pay extra for the trailer?

What are your thoughts on these new MiPV cells?

 

https://mipvsolarpanels.co.uk/products/

This must have been the early sixties so the last days of the ferry before the bridge opened.

 

I do remember the ferry although we mostly used the Severn Tunnel car ferry service when moving between South Wales and Devon.

I do like a good ferry, never seen one like that though.

I remember, as a lad, taking the Servern ferry crossing on a return trip to Birmingham from Devon with my parents. I think my dad did it 'cos he knew I liked ferries. This one had a turntable built into the deck. The crossing was quite rough, as the severn estuary can be, with the tide running fast. I had been sitting in the middle of a pile of spare tyres and had just got out when a large wave crashed over the side and soaked the tyres.

This must have been the early sixties so the last days of the ferry before the bridge opened.

 

Do you remember the Kyle of Lochalsh ferry before the bridge was built? That was fun

Do you remember the Kyle of Lochalsh ferry before the bridge was built? That was fun

 

Went on it several times, on the way to vist the man eating midges at Glenbrittle campsite.

Glenelg Ferry House is our favourite place to stay; less adventurously than matthewslack. This year more in the village because we were too many for Ferry House.

I remember the Kyle ferry and also Queensferry, but most particularly the Ballahulish ferry which I spent hours idly watching; and throwing stones at the huge number of jelly fish on the jetty then.

 

The current Glenelg ferry was pressed into 'real' service over the winter a few years ago at Stromferry (no longer usually a ferry) after a big landslip closed the A890.

Went on it several times, on the way to vist the man eating midges at Glenbrittle campsite.

 

I preferred camping on the north west coast where the sea breezes kept the midges inland.

What are your thoughts on these new MiPV cells?

 

https://mipvsolarpanels.co.uk/products/

For my use, not as efficient as the SunPower I am using so would need a larger area, and no integral structure which can be a weight advantage as a carbon fibre laminated base could be made.

 

Historically the bug bear for non-silicon technologies and especially thin film is life expectancy. Early version were severely degraded after a few years and toast after 10.

 

Well made silicon modules last way beyond their 20 year performance guarantees.

 

I did not see immediately in the website marketing blurb any mention of performance guarantee, do that would be my first question for them, the second being cost per kWp of installed capacity and annual yield kWh per kWp compared to silicon.

Yesterday's story post ferry and quite short, or I will never keep up to date.

 

A 300m climb out with a bird hide and remote public toilets gave way to a cold wind off the sea on the descent, then 5 miles of unavoidable main road into Kyle of Lockalsh. Co-op for fresh supplies including green salad and the first strawberries of the summer, then lunch and stove out for tea by the river in Durinish.

 

Onward through Strathcarron to Lochcarron with a couple of meaty climbs and a short section straight into that wind, then overtaken by a huge clump of lightly laden tourers who turned out to be three mingled groups. Then one of those great meandering conversations on the verge with the lovely Irish ladies on a tour roughly celebrating a significant birthday, and so on to the foot of Bealach na Ba. Still early enough to climb it armed with knowledge from February, paused at 200m and about 400m to give the motor a rest, but no issues and up in about 80 minutes including stops.

 

Battery still above 40V!

 

Then an easy roll downhill into Applecross, an extra few miles on the south road including a visit to the local shop just as it was closing for fresh milk, then fish and chips outside the pub and a few miles north for a precarious perch on the roadside on account of many advisory 'please don't camp here' signs. I couldn't remember anything better from February, but as it turned out this morning, another couple of miles would have paid dividends.

 

99km, and at least 1100m of hill, and still the battery above 40V.

 

Lunchtime

 

 

I do like a red tin roof.

 

 

And a hobbity house.

 

 

Ethereal views near Kishorn.

 

 

About a third of the way up.

 

 

Very near the top, in the zig zags.

 

 

The sublime view to Skye from the top.

 

 

Fish and chips by the sea.

 

 

Applecross cottage terrace.

 

 

Lily pond on the way to the shop.

 

Catching up at lunchtime is becoming a habit!

 

Out on the western tips of the mainland, and over Skye and the outer islands, the weather has a pattern to it just now: cloud rolls on in the evening and the next morning starts heavily overcast. At my roadside camp yesterday as I left, the charge controllers were showing a mere 40W.

 

Last year that might have been a concern because my solar battery was quite small, and with my average consumption of 100 to 160W I had very limited range on battery alone. With the enlarged 1000Wh battery I now have, I can go a full day without worry, or as it turns out day after day a couple of hours on mainly battery until the sun returns.

 

As I progressed towards Sheildaig, at successive stops the solar output increased to 80, 120, 160W at which time I stopped thinking about it. At lunchtime on the lovely wide grass opposite the village buildings at Sheildaig I disconnected one panel as I am sure two is plenty in these conditions.

 

I also fitted new brake pads front and rear, as although not worn out braking power was noticeably down. Not good on big hills with a heavy load. Glazing of the pads is suspected.

 

Then followed one of the best bits of this route through the outstanding mountain scenery of Torridon to Kinlochewe. Here as I stopped to let traffic in both directions pass, I met and had a long chat with a pair of backpacking young women with rucksacks the size I don't plan to carry again who were enroute to Cape Wrath, via several Munro summits. The most impressive adventure I've met on my trips so far.

 

Then into Kinlochewe, no need for a charge at the hotel this time, and then on with the level 3 assist afterburners for 19 miles in 90 minutes to my approximate destination of Gairloch. Half of this section is through trees, hiding the spectacular views, so no reason to dally, and then more of the good stuff, and more downhill than I remembered.

 

It was 18:30 when I arrived, and it being Sunday, most things were closed, including the shop. So a Chinese takeaway in the most remote place I have ever had one, and for the first time in all my tours, a night on a proper campsite!

 

Sands just a couple of miles on the road west is extensive and in sand dune terrain. I first went there as a kid in about 1972....

 

A round 100km, and evening sunshine to fill my battery, and breeze to keep the midges at bay.

 

Not the best camp site in Applecross

 

 

Flax or cotton grass on Applecross.

 

 

Looking across lower Loch Torridon

 

 

Classic camper van.

 

 

Lunch in Sheildaig.

 

 

Just round the corner, another great Torridon view.

 

 

Liathach is very impressive close to.

 

 

The quartzite bands on Being Eighe standing out in the sunshine.

 

 

Maximising charge during late afternoon break overlooking Loch Maree.

 

 

Also a chance for a good look underneath. All well there.

 

I'd clean the panels if the conditions were not so perfect. Dust costs about 5% of output.

 

Perhaps caused by static electricity? Ultrasonic cleaning mod? Could double duty as a wildlife deterrent.

 

Mars helicopter went silent for six sols, imperilled Perseverance rover

 

" "It now appears that the dust covering our solar panel will ensure that Ingenuity will likely remain in this transitional power state for some time," "

 

https://www.theregister.com/2023/05/30/ingenuity_mars_helicopter_offline/

Edited June 6, 20232 yr by guerney

IKEA’s solar powered e-cargo bike delivery trial was a success

 

IKEA say the solar panels provide an average of 65-70 per cent of the charge needed for daily deliveries and up to 100 per cent on sunny days.

 

https://ebiketips.road.cc/content/news/ikea-s-solar-powered-e-cargo-bike-delivery-trial-was-a-success-4235

 

Edited June 10, 20232 yr by guerney

What's happened to [mention=34503]matthewslack[/mention]? Mid-trip and no reports since last Monday? I hope his latest report of a brake-pad change and a subsequent steep hill descent hasn't ended badly?

 

Should we be organising a search party? It seems most strange that he abandons his travelogue in this way. I do hope he's well.

What's happened to [mention=34503]matthewslack[/mention]? Mid-trip and no reports since last Monday? I hope his latest report of a brake-pad change and a subsequent steep hill descent hasn't ended badly?

 

Should we be organising a search party? It seems most strange that he abandons his travelogue in this way. I do hope he's well.

 

He apparently logged in yesterday:

 

"Last seen Yesterday at 9:59 PM

 

So could have been any number of reasons why his trip was interrupted, hopefully none too unpleasant.

.

He apparently logged in yesterday:

 

"Last seen Yesterday at 9:59 PM

 

So could have been any number of reasons why his trip was interrupted, hopefully none too unpleasant.

.

 

Didn't he drop his phone on the road once which caused him issues on one trip? Maybe something like that has happened.

And there he was, back, as though nothing had happened...!

 

[mention=15833]cyclebuddy[/mention], thanks for your concern, all is well, just a run of camps without 4G and lots of paths crossing and recrossing with other cyclists on their adventures, and much chatting rather than typing, so I am rather behind.

 

A lot has happened since I was in Gairloch! I had just disconnected one panel, and I ran on two for two days, the first full sun all day, and the other the heaviest cloud of the trip by far.

 

Needless to say, the sunny day went just fine, with the battery never under 40V, no matter the length or steepness of hills, until the very end of the day. I had stopped thinking about energy management until, unexpectedly, the Shimano battery dropped from three to two bars. It didn't take long for the penny to drop: after a leisurely ride around the Wester Ross coast to Braemore junction, and a blast at full beans down the busy A835 into Ullapool for food and fuel shopping, I had my sights set on a patch of grass I used last year another 15 or so miles along. It now being 8pm, and the road being directly into the sun, I was shading the whole solar trailer, so running at high power on battery only. I quickly found a nice open patch of grass and set up the trailer pointing at the sun for maximum charge until the sun went down.

 

A really good day's ride, overlapping with three groups that I first saw on Lochcarron.

 

First the two intrepid ladies celebrating a birthday, who were about to leave a vast layby just as I arrived, the place I was plied with tea and given red reflective tape by van ladies last year. This is just before the long fast descent into Dundonnel, and the long climb back up to Braemore junction. I paused a while, giving them a head start, and passed them on the climb.

 

Then the group of four who I met properly for the first time the next day, so more about their adventure later. They were paused in a layby from where walkers climb An Teallach.

 

And finally the three young men from Glasgow, in a layby with a great view towards Ullapool, who were on a mission to reach the seafood shack before it's 6pm closing time, with 90 minutes and 14 miles in the equation.

 

I was after the Captain's Cabin hardware store for meths stove fuel, hoping they were open after 5pm. Strawberries were also successfully acquired from out back in Tesco, there being none on the shelves, courtesy of very helpful young staff members.

 

And then my brain fade on the way to camp!

 

A very nice lunch stop, overlooking the inner part of Gruinard bay.

 

 

Looking north to distant mountains.

 

 

I do like the shots that show the direct connection between my personal sun and my trailer.

 

 

Stac Pollaidh from below, always impressive.

 

 

Evening charging, with long shadows!

 

 

 

And so to the grey day!

 

 

A late start as no point rushing. For most of the day, the two connected panels were producing 50W or less, and I consume on average 100 to 150. So a day run largely on battery, which thanks to the sunny previous evening started at a healthy 40.5V.

 

The main objective of the day was the 'mad little road', which is the twisty, hilly coast road north and south of Lochinver. The south part from my camp was simple enough, just 12 miles to all the attractions of Lochinver.

 

First the basics from Spar, then the famous Lochinver Larder pie shop for savoury and sweet pies to die for, and then my favourite pottery just around the bay: Highland Stoneware, whose colourful, hand painted mugs have been my tea vessel of choice for many years.

 

Then the first few miles northward to the view looking south over Clachtoll for lunch. Pie, obviously, with tea in my new mug.

 

I had to bypass this section last year as my 9 speed gears would not have managed the many chevrons on the OS map. Even my 11 speed 51T bottom gear was on its limits on the final climb out, but I managed.

 

By this time voltage was under 38V, which is the level where any high power riding will cause the solar battery to sag, and start drawing from the higher quality cells in the Shimano battery, so I had resigned myself to a really short day. As soon as I rejoined the main road, I was looking for a camping spot, and by the time I reached the Kylesku bridge I was getting a bit nervous, with only 40 miles covered, albeit on two panels only.

 

But then a bit of blue appeared in the west sky, and by the time I had ridden up to the viewpoint, I had full sun. It took until 5pm! So an hour and a half drinking tea and shepherding cars away from my shading zone, and the third panel reconnected, had me in much better shape. Good enough for another 9 miles to my second proper campsite of the trip at Scourie.

 

And here the group of four make their first real appearance. Two were waiting in the campsite entrance, with the others some distance back. These three Hungarian and one Swedish young women were riding the North Coast 500, and in common with the many other groups doing the same thing, had a right old logistical challenge finding accommodation for just one night at rideable distances apart.

 

As my day was ending at 49 miles, they had come further, from Ullapool, and still had more than 25 miles to go to Durness. I know they made it, because I saw them again!

 

The group of three had a slightly shorter day, from Ullapool to Kinlochbervie. It is these different start and end points on the same journey over a similar number of days that keep the groups crossing over each other. Makes for a lovely spirit of the road.

 

Very low water levels everywhere, on most measuring sticks it is below the zero mark.

 

 

Pottery: everything is stoneware, even the furniture!

 

 

 

Early taste of the northern section of the mad little road.

 

 

Lunch stop.

 

 

A very satisfying colour in the landscape.

 

 

The final big down and up.

 

 

Blue sky and many camper vans at Kylesku bridge.

 

 

And finally a right good charge, with a great view.

 

Which brings me to Wednesday.

 

Having arrived at the campsite after the office had shut, I was relieved it opened quite early as I was after an early getaway. Almost on the dot of 8am I was paid up, and reminiscing about the first time I stayed there (1972 or so...!), And then away. Easy enough going with a bright sky and virtually full battery after some morning topping up, and just over two hours to Durness.

 

Outside Spar were the bikes of the four as I went in for supplies, but only one left when I came out, laden with lunchtime goodies. No sign of the riders until much later.

 

In Spar there were breads, cakes and an enormous frittata on slices, which looked like the produce of a fine and hopefully local bakery, as well as Scottish cheeses from a dairy near Inverness. Granary loaf, brie lookalike, frittata and tomatoes onboard, I took the short side trip to Balnakiel beach and the big old house. Very fine in the sunshine.

 

Then through Durness and up the steep short cut, because I can, past the beautiful Sango Bay beach, and on along the few miles of north coast before heading down the long side of Loch Eriboll. One of my favourite parts of the route. Lunch was at the head of the loch, and time being plentiful it was out with the stove for tea with everything.

 

The remaining miles to Tongue went past very easily, and instead of crossing the causeway I followed the roughly 11 extra miles of the old road loop around the shore of the Kyle of Tongue. Halfway the OS map said Broch in a funny font, and from the road stonework was visible, so I climbed up through the heather and bracken, rewarded by a readily identifiable metre or so height of remaining wall with internal steps in the double wall and the defensive entrance still in place. Well worth the effort.

 

Then into Tongue village just before 5pm and an open shop for fresh milk and treats.

 

Then back to the causeway for a camp, and to cheer on the group of four, and two thirds of the group of three as they crossed the causeway. The other third was taking a complex route involving a taxi, a bike repair man, a ride to a station and a train to regroup after a broken chain. Next time, a chain tool...

 

Final detail of the day was a long conversation with a couple in a camper van who wandered along for a chat, having ridden the route about 40 years ago, camping in the days of cotton Vango Force Ten tents etc... Bikes weighing 100 lbs with luggage... Try telling that to the kids of today...they won't believe you!

 

Leaving Scourie campsite.

 

 

Somewhere between Riconich and the beginning of the Kyle of Durness.

 

 

The old house at Balnakiel.

 

 

Looking up the croftland from the lowest point of the steep 'Durness bypass'.

 

 

Sango bay.

 

 

View out to sea as the road turns inland.

 

 

Sea pinks, salt flats and mountains just before Laxford Bridge.

 

 

Views of Ben Loyal dominate the Tongue old road loop.

 

 

The Broch.

 

 

Thursday began with a short side trip to Talmine, and it's bay, beach and pier. The road goes on several miles further, but I left those for another day. Then back across the causeway and up the first of many hills on the road to Bettyhill. I stopped at the second of last year's three cafes as I remembered good food, and added a bacon brie and cranberry sandwich to my lunch.

 

Then just before Bettyhill on an unequivocally single track section of road, downhill and fairly bumpy, I was blasted from behind by the horn of a big pickup truck pulling a big trailer. There was a passing place close ahead, but even closer a smoothish gravel shoulder on the right, so I moved over, off the tarmac and let the horn through. It wasn't satisfied though, and bellowed through the open driver's window 'keep to the left!'. 'Its a single track road', I shouted back, but the horn was having none of it, and kept on shouting! He expected to overtake half on the tarmac and half on the gravel, with me getting off the road out of his way. Just another impatient or bike hating driver. The sound is quite good on the GoPro footage.

 

In Bettyhill who should I meet but the group of four again, who after their short day from Durness were on a much longer trip to Golspie. Many of the groups I met left out the touristy John O'Groats and avoided the busy A9 by turning south either at Bettyhill or Melvich. They set off before me, and disappeared into the distance. I gradually caught up with them one by one on the many uphill sections before I turned off on another side trip to visit the lighthouse at Strathy Point.

 

Another leisurely lunch there, and a route choice dilemma. Either another 40+ miles east into a very significant headwind, or dive south into the midge ridden interior. It is on my to do list to ride the sparse network of roads dividing Scotland north of the Great Glen, so I chose south through Forsinard and Kinbrace to Helmsdale on the east coast, then a few miles of A9 in the quiet evening to a secluded grassy area out of wind beneath a wall. The longest day so far, 141km.

 

Not the prettiest route, but I have been rather spoilt by the west coast scenery in sunshine.

 

Ready to leave.

 

 

Talmine.

 

 

Bens Hope and Loyal.

 

 

Approaching Strathy Point lighthouse.

 

 

Views west and east from the point.

 

 

 

The longest 'camper van' I have ever seen.

 

 

Diverse economy.

 

 

Forsinard's very remote railway station.

 

 

View across the blanket bog of 'the Flow Country'.

 

Edited June 12, 20232 yr by matthewslack