We, that is Angel and me, started out at 5 past 6 on Friday morning. I have never had such an assisted day. From getting off the bus to getting to the hotel in Aberdeen, everytime I paused for breath, somebody helped me. I must have been looking very feeble - I didn't feel it, I felt like Mary Kingsley, setting off on a new expedition.
Safely across the Firth of Forth ( channeling the 39 steps) and the furthest north I've ever been:
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