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The clegs were biting like only Scottish clegs can, I was per spiring freely, and I was gasping at each mouthful of air, trying to keep up with teenage Terry, a full-of-vigour Jim and fit-as-a-fiddlc Arthur, but I was happy ; being the first day out on a two weeks’ unplanned camping spree to whichever part of Scotland the winds blew us. We had left Wigan by the night train and arrived in Fort William at 10 a.m., then bought in provisions for two days before going off along the road to Mallaig.