No way: that bug that's got into Papi Edu's body is still stubbornly refusing to leave. We've been in mobile hospital mode for days, and today was no different. In the morning, Edu looked like a wet sock: no strength, no joy, and with more snot than a nursery in January. I took the opportunity to do what I do best when there's no walk or excitement: expert-level naps.

We left our small cycling route parking spot around noon. The giant motorhome, the one that looked like a building on wheels, had already taken off. We headed for Inverness, where we stopped at a hypermarket to do some medical shopping. Edu got a COVID-19 test (just in case), and also paracetamol to try and tame the bug. The test came back negative, so at least some good news: it seems it's not the modern plague but the classic flu of a lifetime. The one where you cough, sweat, and drag yourself around the camper like a lost soul.

Afterwards, we went, or almost went back, to Culloden Woods, a beautiful forest full of history. This place is right next to the Culloden battlefield, where the Jacobites (the rebellious Scots who wanted a Stuart king on the throne) were defeated by the English in 1746. Basically, there was a major ruckus here. They say that some trees still whisper battle stories. But we didn't hear anything because we barely walked: Edu didn't have the energy for wars or excursions. A short half-hour walk and back to the car.

Then we decided to cross over to Black Isle, a peninsula that's not actually an island, but the Scots don't seem to be very keen on toponymic precision. It's a quiet and beautiful area, with fields, small villages, and hidden beaches. Our destination was a parking spot near Munlochy Bay, right between the road and some wheat fields that look like they came straight out of a cereal advertisement. The place has its charms: it's not silent (road on one side), but it has great views of the bay and, most importantly, overnight stays are allowed, which is a treasure in this area. We were the first to arrive, but in the afternoon two more campers joined us, so there's some atmosphere now.

At the end of the day, with the sun going down and the birds saying "see you tomorrow", we took a walk along a little path that passes near the parking lot. Nothing legendary, just a few hundred meters to stretch our legs and look at the horizon. I amused myself by smelling the wheat stalks, and Edu... well, Edu is still as if he'd been run over by a steam train, but at least he doesn't have to worry about modern viruses anymore. Tomorrow, hopefully, we'll go hunting for new adventures. Or at least to smell them.