We did a long ride, taking in some of Scotland’s most wonderful scenery. A wild windswept, but not barren land. From Inverness, across to Newtonmore, via Dalwhinnie. Just a few days, one or two beers, and a few buckets of Oats. Our bond has been one of agreement and discord, agreeing to disagree, or basically just rubbing along. Never have we become strangers in our own company. Always the bond.