A few weeks later, once the adrenaline had well and truly subsided, I am afraid to say I was feeling a little despondent. Not just because the monotony of normal life was back in full flow, but because I couldn’t help but feel somewhat underwhelmed by what we had done, and I could not for the life of me put my finger on why.
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Day 5 – One Final Foggy Foresty Farewell
Day 4 – Overtaking and Biker Chasing: Applecross to Loch Lomond
Day 3 – The Big North Coast
Day 2 – Cairngorms, the East Coast and John o’ Groats
Day 1 – Mind-Numbing Motorway and Pitlochry Perfection
I must warn you straight away that this will be a tale of two halves, well technically seven sevenths – but that doesn’t roll of the tongue quite so well. Anyway – conquer the first chapter, which is based around an almost inconceivable amount of relentless text-based drivel, and you shall be rewarded in the following instalments with countless astonishingly mediocre photographs, alongside yet more relentless text-based drivel. And for those brave souls who battle through to the end, there will await a congratulatory video montage of preposterously poor quality, and a stiff virtual pat on the back. Even so, this could well be the best thing you read for quite a while, assuming the only other things you plan on reading are the back of a cereal packet or any article ever published in ‘The Sun’. Let’s begin.
Wreckless Abandon 