Fisherman's friend?

Across the beautiful Black Isle (couldn't be greener) to Cromarty to catch a ferry - that wasn't there...


The old ferry, it turned out, had gone west. The new one was still on its way up from Southampton.

Problem.

I'd already cycled 25 miles. Without the ferry crossing I'd have to return almost to the start, changing an easy 55-mile day into a slogggish 85-miler.

Then the lady at the cafe said: 'You could always ask one of the fishermen to take you over...'