False hope

Yesterday's weather was so perfect that even today's forecast of heavy rain hasn't depressed me too much.
Several people yesterday assured us it was due to be fine, even Mrs Peterkin, our hostess last night at the Hillview Park B&B who's a farmer. Should've made your hay yesterday shouldn't you. Her breakfast is going to have to be pretty special to rescue the impression left by our reception last night. Rating 2/5. We're going to send her up to The B&B Altnaharra (rating 5/5). To see how it should be done. Apart from being a little more helpful do you know how disconcerting it is for the bathroom light to automatically switch off after 2 mins. I'll leave you to imagine the scenarios (luminous Andrex?).
The knee is stiff but loosening so after yesterday's pre-breakfast recovery I'm not concerned.
Today we're off through Inverness then a big climb up to Aviemore and through the Grampians. Sea level to skiing resort implies a dramatic ascent so bit nervous about that. We're on the A9 so fingers crossed the cycle path we spotted goes all the way else those killer lorries will have us in their sights. The Inn, Dalwhinnie, (theinndalwhinnie.com) sounds like a lively place so we've got high hopes.