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“On 2 September, I took the train from Paris to London and then to Edinburgh. Amazingly, I survived riding on the other side of the road in London. I stayed a few days in Edinburgh and then went to the town of Stirling in the north, famed for its castle…except that I never saw it because it was raining and there was a dense fog because it is up on a high hill. Then, I realised that I actually didn’t need to come to this town at all and be soaking wet because i had got my towns mixed up on where I was going to meet my Scottish cyclist friend.

So, I headed west. Go west young man! was the battle cry in rain that never stopped. And so, I arrived at the foot of the Highlands at Loch Lochmond, about 20 miles north of Glasgow. My cycling friend gave me all the best routes to follow, “West is Best” he cried. “Freedom!”

So onwards more west I went to Isle of Mull, then up to Isle of Skye and back down in a clockwise fashion to Ben Nevis (highest mountain in UK) and Glencoe before arriving in Glasgow.”