A corrugated, windy ride northwards up the chain of islands linked by the wartime Churchill barriers.
A brief stop at the extraordinary Italian Chapel, two Nissan huts transmogrified by Italian prisoners of war into remarkably beautiful place of worship.
And then a descent into Kirkwall and the great sandstone cathedral becomes a magnet pulling me to the end of my journey.
And on arrival, emotion surprises me...
But only briefly - back on the bike and pedal against the wind to the narrow, flag-stoned streets of Stromness and the cruise-ship ferry back to Thurso.
The wind drops, and the evening light bathes the vast cliffs of Hoy...
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