Today is the day when the Highland weather descends in all its terrible wrath. It's a day to test the character of men. Are we the very worst sort of snivelling southern softies, scuttling for the safety of cream teas and cocoa at the first hint of drizzle? Or are we mighty oaks, true warriors of the glen, fearless bravehearts who stand foursquare in the teeth of the gale and defy the storm to do its worst? And so we rise to that challenge, and as one we are united in shouting as one: "These are the finest warm scones we've ever eaten."
Once the weather abates a little, we still have a roaring tailwind behind us, and we're almost pushed along the Great Glen, past Loch Lochy (were they running out of names?), Fort Augustus and the great Loch Ness itself.
Sadly at this point, bike misadventure reasserts itself, and James has not one but two punctures in quick succession, at which point we discover the problem is the tyre not the inner tubes so it's now his turn to get a taxi -to the hostel where we're staying tonight. His taxi driver donates his tip to the appeal, to add to the developing theme of Scottish generosity.
Before that though, while we're still struggling with the tyre, two teenage boys appear from nowhere pushing a fridge each. They are walking the same distance as us, but with fridges. Of course they are. It's our turn to make an impromptu donation, to the Alzheimer's Society. They have a collecting tin in one of the fridges. A brief thought about being a bit young to lose their minds has to be quickly banished. You can follow their adventure at http://www.thegreatfridgeadventure.co.uk
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