You know it's strange I've just battled over the Black Isle on my bicycle, against a head wind that had me cycling hard to go downhill! It was raining and freezing. Struggled down slopes in low gear that I would normally cruise down downing twenty plus without turning the pedal. I'm now sitting with a coffee and a peanut butter piece, and I looking back at the ride, and do you know what? It was one of my best rides, that is to say one I am proudest off anybody can cycle on a nice sunny day but it takes a real cyclist to go out when the weather foul! Or am I just crazy?