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Time was June 2001, we were in Scotland again, way up in NW Sutherland. Rampant Foot and Mouth south of the border had suspended all rough stuff activity, not that I had done anything serious for a while anyway. Still I was hoping for at least one last foray to call my “swan song”; getting too old for lone rough stuff into wild country it was said. Scottish landowners however seemed to be very twitchy about any off road activities. Inquiries had revealed that intended tracks were free of restrictions, but even so there were numerous notices around to the effect of “keep out.”