If there's such a thing as a drug for the numbness of bereavement I've experienced since the 4th June, I think I got a fare dose of it this weekend. I rode across Scotland with some 'old' friends. Leaving Arbroath at stupid-o'clock on Saturday morning, we rode (and ate) steadily, arriving in Oban (143miles and 14hrs up the rode) at 7pm. The weather, like the company could not have been better. Laughter filled the air late into the night and the following afternoon as Peem's Moira drove us home. I felt thoroughly revived and look forward to further such rides this summer - if only we could bottle that drug.
