A few days away in the Highlands of Scotland has given me a chance to give the new car a good run. It virtually drives itself so the journey wasn't a trial at all although the SatNav is possibly the worst system I've ever used and couldn't find its way out of a paper bag. Thankfully I knew where I was going so I could ignore it whenever it started to behave like a demented traveller.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/small-bikeoct16.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-3963 size-thumbnail" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/small-bikeoct16-150x200.jpg" alt="small-bikeoct16" width="150" height="200" /></a>Day one and I agreed to go for a cycle with Tony into Forres (5 miles), he on his electric bike and me on a small mountain bike. I didn't think this was going to be much of a problem because I've completed a couple of 10 mile circuits in the past few weeks, how wrong can I be. Firstly the saddle slipped down so my legs never went straight and then I agreed to carry on from Forres to Findhorn, just another 5 miles.

Well the cycle to Findhorn was lovely however what hadn't dawned on me was that it was down hill all the way and my legs were going to have to get me back on this cramped bike.

<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/findhorn0ct16.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-3964" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/findhorn0ct16-300x225.jpg" alt="findhorn0ct16" width="300" height="225" /></a>Findhorn was as wonderful as always. Sitting outside, drinking a coffee and soaking in the peacefulness was magical.

And then the 10 mile cycle home... Least said about that the better other than to say it involved me walking up a lot of hills and watching Tony cycle off into the distance on his electrically assisted wonder machine.