Neither of the two that had been soaking for 3 and a bit hours had any legal Dungeness crabs. I've written about my bike fits several times, including a piece about Retul Fitting that was published in Scottish Cycling Magazine.
The rounded Red Hills, formed a backdrop to the north.
In a moment of time, however, this family, and thirty-one others, were forcibly and violently evicted into the snow.
Let's hold on to every moment, embracing each one…and offering a word of thanks for them.
When we do, we slow the passage of time, and deeply enrich every passing second.
Here in Suisnish, there would no room in their own home.
They, and countless thousands throughout the Scottish highlands, were driven out…to make room for sheep, seen to be more profitable than the crofters that had worked the land for generations.
There's much much more to it than that, including video analysis, biomechanical assessment, a study of leg and other imbalances with orthotics and shims to correct. For example, take a look at the pressure map of my backside on the saddle.
There's too much pressure on the left, which suggests I'm hanging off to the right.
It was somewhere, close to here, that Bonnie Prince Charlie had come ashore, following defeat at Culloden.