Kindness of strangers...
Near Dunkeld, day one, my derailleur got %&!*@ed.
I was trying to fix it on a quiet road, a couple told me there was a bus to Perth, I could find a bike shop there.
Got to Perth, got a replacement, fitted it by the bus stop, then the couple invited me into their house to wash my hands, and fed me with a dinner of macaroni cheese. They were Polish. Lovely.
I cycled off into the evening, found a forest track up the valley and pitched my tent.
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