Description

Suppose you are a Professor of Biology, trundling down the slopes of Minch Moor (south-east of Innerleithen) on a lovely sunny Sunday. Fieldglasses at the ready, map dangling on the hip, whistling a melodious tune, hoping to spot that rare bird and then, out of the blue... WOOOOOSSSHHHH... a dozen of mountain-bikers rocketing past, leaving you bewildered. This is certainly not the lovely quiet Sunday you had anticipated. 1 was not the professor, on the contrary. I was a cyclist on the way from Innerleithen to Dryden Greenhill, south of Selkirk. But both the professor and I had one thing in common: we were the wrong men in the wrong place at the right time.