I wanted to get back to Edinburgh fast and he was a lousy passenger on a bike, whether I went fast or at a snail’s pace.He just didn’t get it.I loved the twisting country roads that led from Tanya Hayder at Castle Fearns back to Edinburgh, but, like most men in my experience, he couldn’t follow me. Lavender was great as a passenger. When I leaned into a corner, she came with me. Once she even fell asleep on the back of the bike; not something even I’ve been able to achieve.Moses was another story altogether. When I leaned into a corner, he went the other way trying to straighten me up. Instead, we almost came off. This didn’t help his nerves.‘I swear I’m never getting on this bloody bike with you again, Brodie,’ he screamed in my ear. ‘My arse is numb and my coat is covered with dirt and shit from the road – I’ll never get it clean.’‘Stop moaning; you own a bloody launderette and dry-cleaner’s, you soft get! Have you figured out who Mr or Mrs Big is yet?’We were approaching Biggar, a pretty market town in the Borders about twenty miles from Edinburgh.
