Ironically, as we're in the middle of the architectural project of our lives, we toured with bases at Fort William and Aviemore. Both have so much in common - horrible architecture, big mountains, skiing, mountain biking, rail network connection and even a steam train each, and yet Aviemore just works and is a cool place to be, but Fort William is still so grim. Anyway, they set us up well for more tandeming and Munro bagging as we chased the weather, with reasonable success, once again. Three tandem rides, two camps, two swims, three Munro ticks, one actual tick, one wasp sting and a million midge bites - all the ingredients of another fine Scottish holiday.
Stealth camp at Glenfinnan ready for a tandem tour of Archnamurchan tomorrow.
Eagerly awaiting Emma Raducanu's US Open final. It was well worth the wait.
Looking for seals at Roshven.
Climbing Spidean Mialach.
Looking back east, the way we have come, to the summit of Spidean Mialach.
View south-west towards Sgurr na Ciche and countless other great mountains.
The bridge over Loch Cuaich and Knoydart beyond.
Descending the stalkers' path to Loch Cuaich.
Car camping at Loch Cuaich at the foot of tomorrow's hill, Sgurr a' Mhaoraich.
The summit of Sgurr a' Mhaoraich and we so nearly outclimbed the cloud, but ran out of hill.
Recovery ride around Strathspey.
Coffee and a light lunch at the Boat Hotel, Boat of Garten.
Check those cyclist's legs! Impressive.
The picturesque river at Tromie just before it spills into the Spey.