Reading an increasing number of reports of rides to Cape Wrath, Scotland’s north-west extremity, had whet my cycling appetite, and for a last holiday fling in September 1965 it only needed a week’s preparation to have me heading north on the night sleeper to Inverness. An excellent breakfast at the station there the next morning and a browse round the town, then I was ready to continue by train to Lairg. This must surely be one of the most scenic routes remaining in the country, skirting the Firths of Beauly, Cromarty and Dornoch