After reminiscing about trips to Morroco, we got an invite to dinner at the home of one our travel companions from that trip. Linda and Dave live a 2hr drive away by road and a meagre 33 miles as the crow flies - give or take a few corners here and there. The children refused the offer of taking the train on the West Highland Way to Rannoch and cycling the 12 miles by road. We hadn't seen them for about 2 years so we weren't about to let truculent children put us off.
I recognised the opportunity of a wee adventure and said to Spook "why take the train?" We could just cycle cross country, and take in some nice views, seeing as we would be unencumbered by the bairns. It was a lovely idea. It really was. And 33 miles is not very far on a bike. Spook took our change of clothes so we could slip into something sophisticated and not let our hosts down, and I took the wine and chocolates.
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