A week ago I took a walk, which started with a boat ride to Loch Coruisk. A pal Craig once quipped that “walking is somthing you do when you have a puncture”. I enjoy a hike and last weeks excursion up and over the ridge with Mark and Rowan was one of the best – good company, warm weather, full visibility and no midgies. Or other people for that matter. It led me to wonder ‘Where’s Danny?’ Did he cycle where I carefully trod?