We saw some strangely named places up the top of Scotland. There was Doll, Brawl and Ham. But my favourite was the thriving metropolis of Tongue.
Tongue really takes your breath away. The inky sea mellows into sapphire then powdery blue like a Dulux paint swatch; all bordered by gorgeous beaches, pale and honey gold.
I was so excited to be in a town called Tongue that I neglected to take any photos of the actual scenery. Instead I concentrated my efforts on signage and sniggering like a ten-year-old.
Anything after Tongue would have been an anti-climax, so we headed home after that. We passed more Germans in caravans. They even have the Please Don't Mow Down The Sheep signs in Deutsch.