Dunkeld

A serious effort to rehydrate to that pale straw colour that doctors recommend. More grub and a good snooze. And in spite of being barely mobile, got up, crammed more food in and headed off from Dunkeld heading for Inverkeithing. A modest 50 miles.

And actually, once you got moving, it was OK. Apart from the hill. The big hill, which was a bastard. And we dodged the second one. Home in time for a snooze before the kids got home.