We are now preparing for our final day in Scotland with the knowledge she has been both beautiful and kind to us.

Scenery as stunning as anything in the world and weather to match, cycling could not have been better.

Also Wozza was over his illness and we had enjoyed a couple of days with everything going according to plan.

However this was not to last.

As we approached Glasgow it began to rain, we knew it would and were prepared.

We only had just over 20 more miles to do....... then we got hideously, horribly lost.

Our cycling sat nav had planned a route which skirted Glasgow, got us over the river Clyde and on to our destination.

We unquestioningly obayed and then it presented us with an arrow and no road.

At a complete loss, having not paid any attention to where we actually were, we used our travellers' innate sense of direction, rather like using the Force in Star Wars.

This was not a brilliant plan and resulted in a 20 mile detour around some rather dodgy parts of the city.

We ended up back at the Erskine bridge, just about where we first entered the outskirts of the city.

Wet, windswept and developing some serious technophobia we ploughed on and eventually arrived at our hotel after more than six-and-a-half hours in the saddle.

We had managed to turn one of our shortest days into one of the longest.

Tomorrow takes us to Gretna, we are going to buy a map on the way.