It's not about the Dawes ......................

After a healthy fry up, we left the mainland of Skye via the bridge to enter the Island of Britain. The only item in our possession with greater viscosity of Oil was the Dawes. A decision was taken by the Wingman not to interfere as it may affect performance. The target was 80 miles through some of Britain's most rugged country. The wind was strong from the South West and so we were in for support through most of the journey. It was a bright and sunny start and we were covering the miles in no time at all. Eilen Donan Castle was looking magnificent against a building cloud base of angry sky. The weather was closing in. We breezed along Loch Duich as the magnificent 5 Sisters of Kintail came into view. Awesome. We were making such good time the coffee shop at Shiel Bridge ws not yet open. This despite the owner managing to ignore the presence of the Bigman at the window. Now he has lost a bit of weight however not that much. We decided to push on to The Cluanie Inn having climbed up from Shiel Bridge, in total 30 miles having been completed. Lady luck ran out and the rain closed in. The Five Sisters were no where to be seen. The next 10 miles was a blur. Dark, drookit, and downhearted. That about summarises the mood. The Wingman retreated to the comfort of the Audi and resorted to handing out bananas through the window. And then the sun came back to reveal a dusting of fresh snow on the mountain tops. The Duracell had to do a change of clothes at the Inn, such was the precipitation. A scone and coffee later and we were off again. Loch Cluanie was looking magnificent and the sun had regained its warmth.

At the end end of the loch we turned right and began the long climb over to Invergarry. The views were absolutely magnificent. The Duracell was on top form and made it to the top of the climb first. The icing on the cake was the 8 mile descent to the village of Invergarry. The only interruption before lunch was an oriental chap with kamikaze tendencies attempting a three point turn on a blind bend on a steep part of the descent. Having gained much experience in the clear and precise communication used by the Fit One in such situations, I was armed with a wide repertoire of instructions. He desisted his manoeuvre immediately and I avoided becoming a mount on a Renault Scenic. A lunch based on the food of champions - Haggis Neeps, and Tatties was the order all round with even the Wingman partaking.

It is as well we overindulged on the carbs as the last 25 miles after lunch was not good. Very wet, tourists keen to savour our aftershave they came so close, and into a westerly meant it was a long journey to the Fort. Tired and wet we retreated to the local for a couple of sherbets before tucking into a fine chicken curry washed down by a Petit Chablis.

Tomorrow we head to Killin where the Ironman will join us for dinner at the Braveheart Backpackers guest house and then the last leg on Monday of our Highland Adventure.

PS Corrie is no longer travelling with us.