A sunny weekend in the Highlands comes to an end and Baby Blue will begin her migration South, if she makes it with out too much fuss I may even buy her some new oil or perhaps just another perfumed tree thing. The Fort is empty at the moment, the crowds have gone and the crew have already begun packing everything away. Fair do’s to them , the organisers did a pucker job of laying on a world class world cup. The tea and doughnuts never ran out once in the press tent, and the haggis sandwiches were spot on.

I’m off on holiday for a week of riding somewhere, but I’ve got a web sitter to come in and look after the site while I’m gone.