So, Saturday night in Inverness had turned out to be a tad more lively than these Joglers had anticipated, and when the noise outside had finally abate, early morning alarm calls started! We rushed for the showers, packed our luggage in the van and then went to the Golden Arches for a healthy start to the day - "Mc something with anything" being the common order. Thank goodness they opened at 6 am.

Brock had decided that today was "wear your own clothes day" - so we all paid our 10p and jumped into our most fetching Lycra. One mis heard and thought it was fancy dress....you decide.

In every bike ride there are low and high points, ours was combined as we cycled the 1st 15 mile up to Slochd Summit - not the way you might want to start a sleep deprived day. We feltvelated, but then realised we still had the Cairngorns to follow which are higher (please spell check) but the ride down was fast and fun an earned!

Then it was a grind - the A9 isn't the most forgiving road in the land, and we got to see most of it. But we hit Perth with enthusiasm and a chance of an early dinner. We then got lost; then realised the the distance to the hotel was even further than expected and arrived to be given menus and the news that we had 15 mins to sit down and eat. But the hotel was warm and friendly, and ensuite!

We ate, we talked, we slept.

Scores on the doors for day 2 - distance rode 129.8 miles (the longest any one of has ever riden so far), time on the road 11.5 hours, time in the saddle 9 hours (ouch), average speed 14.5 mph. No real injuries to talk of save aches and pains from 250 miles, but we had the 1st puncture (me) and the first fall off (Mark B), but we made it.

Day 3 is the day we are dreading, after that it's "down hill all the way" as Jim would say, except Shapp, but thats a different story.

Brandon