Dalwhinnie, kamikaze flies and our new friend.

Mike at the bike shop told us a route down to dalwhinnie that didn't
involve getting back on the a9 which was something of a relief - this route
was nicely paved, quiet and offered the most stunning scenery, I've tried
to show it, but doesn't come close to capuring it.

For a little karmic payback the weather was really nice all the way down.
We went through kincraig, kingussie and newtonmore which were very nice
little villages. And we made a friend along the way (see pics). We made it
in really good time and at about 5 we only had 10 miles to go, so we
stopped for a while for a cup of tea and to enjoy the views.

Getting to dalwhinnie at about 6, we soon noticed there is nothing here - a
disproportionate number of houses, a station and a hotel called the inn
dalwhinnie. Filled with trepidation, we arrived and discovered it was
remarkably full, very trendy and not without a sense of humour about itself
(twinned with Las Vegas).

The journey was ok on the body, I just have aches in my hamstrings, quads,
gluts, lower back, upper back and elbows - apart from that I'm fine. Dave
seems to be fairing a little better.

We're also fed up with the kamikaze flies that seem intent on ending their
tiny lives in our face - or if they can manage it, in our mouths.

By the way, feel free to post comments, encouragement, mockery, etc - they
don't call it social media for nothing.