Saturday: Inverarnan to Tyndrum

After a good night’s sleep, uninterrupted by the live music and the ghosts, we set off this morning for a fine day’s walking. The path took us up the valley alongside the river Falloch, then after a couple of miles of old military road, up and down through a lovely forested section with distant views of mountain peaks.

We were slightly hindered in our stride by runners doing the Highland Fling – not a kilted dance, but an ultra marathon. They started at Milngavie at 6 this morning, following the WHW (including the tortuous section along Loch Lomond) and the first runner passed us at around 11:30, having covered in 5 and a half hours what had taken us 3 and a half days. The finish point is here in Tyndrum, 53 miles from the start (though somehow we’ve done 57). I don’t know how many of the 800 starters managed to finish, we came in probably around the 150 mark but I don’t think it counts!

Tonight we are in a large hotel that is obviously aimed at the tour bus market, with decoration reminiscent of a 1980’s static caravan. I hold out no great hopes for dinner, but at least we have our own bathroom.

15 miles yesterday, 13 today. Tomorrow will be challenging!