This was the trip that was not meant to be. It all started when I went to work for the all staff meeting – once a year, don't fuck up – covered in bird shit. You may think this bring good lack, but the day after I went for my usual early morning cycle to the Pentlands and crashed with a badger. He was fine but I got quite a few bruises and scratches, and sore knee and wrist. After 8 days of pseudo rest I got on the bike only to be stung by a bee. We were meant to leave that Saturday but my knee and wrist didn't think so, so we put it off to Wednesday, and on Tuesday I woke up with a sore throat, and the weather looked shit anyway – heatwave my ass! But I'm so glad we went because we both needed it a lot (especially Paul!), and at the end everything turned out perfect.



