SUMMER months bring the annual procession through the Highlands of pilgrims from Land’s End making for John O’Groats, or vice versa, in support of charity. It is a trip that has been done on skateboard, lawnmower, grey Fergie tractor, unicycle, roller skates, scooter, wheelchair, public transport and horse, as well as by hitchhiking and on the more usual conveyance of Shank’s pony or bicycle.
Until recently, a friend’s wife held the women’s record for running it in 12½ days. Our family hero, however, is my wife’s brother, Uncle David, who has just completed the 874-mile marathon on that most precarious, uncomfortable and exhausting of conveyances, a penny-farthing.
I’ve never yet found quite the right occasion to ride a half-broken stallion, but, from what I’ve heard, that seems to be the…