I cycled four miles from Inverarnie to the Moy Fair on General Wade's military road, a gravel track that at places parallels the A9, where I spied, with cyclist's irritating schadenfreude - I hope not really malicious - a line of slow-moving traffic while I pedalled through woods up and down congenial slopes, Oscar running beside, until the last mile where he jumped back in his basket to join the main road and I threaded another mile of the fuming queue. A driver in a red van leaned out and complained in obvious English "You trying to get yourself killed?" "Och! Gai haim to yer own country sasunnach" I mouthed - a racist line stolen from YouTube via Corfucius. We exchanged customary Vs as I left him behind taking an almost invisible footpath that leads through the steel barrier down an embankment to the old A9 and Moy House.