The rain had been falling spasmodically all day. It was falling on the village of Lochcarron as, from the shelter of a shop doorway, I contemplated the enormous load I was lugging around ... no doubt about it, there are sometimes severe drawbacks attached to the business of being an enthusiastic cycling supporter of the M.B.A.! The time was wearing on, and I had just completed a track, having come over the hills from the wilds of Bearnais to Achintee