Bridge of Orchy Hotel served us well and turned out to be the stopping point for many WHW's. This morning saw a reinsurgence of the midges, and within a very short period, dad was sporting a fine graveyard on his nice shiny forehead.
Up the hill and through a small forest to reach Inveroran where we met Vereena from Germany, who was over here just for the walk with her freind who had damaged her shoulder. She was kind enough to notch down a gear so that my old folks could keep pace with her for about half a mile until we joined a Telford Parliamentary Road that would take us over Rannoch Moor.
The Moor, which is not the most hospitable of places, is home to the most remote point on the WHW and is also where the brother of Ian Fleming (writer of the James Bond novels) died. There is a cairn to mark the spot on top of the Moor.
Disappointingly, there is not much to report on the wildlife front. More cuckoo sound, yet another dead red deer and a water vole scurrying in to the River Bank.
Yet again we have been so lucky with the weather. Although we had a little rain towards the end, it was quite light and we did not lose visibility, so often a problem on the Moor and perpetrator of so many rescue efforts!
We arrived at the Glencoe Ski Centre in good time, where we have a hobbit for the night (same again, slightly different shape, same principal). After lunch, the parents planned to go up the mountain on the chairlift, but the weather was not conducive.
Dad has been suffering severe withdrawal symptoms from his maps - more cold shoulder, than cold turkey, but thankfully, that situation will be resolved tomorrow, when he will be reunited with his library.
Think it might be family movie night tonight. Not sure what mum's got tucked away, tell you tomorrow (bet you can't wait).
Up the infamous Devil's Staircase tomorrow.....every bit as bad as it sounds, en route to Kinlochleven.
Keep spreading the word.
M
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