Tired Old Bloke

I got up late in Strathan bothy and set off to get over the hills to London Stores, a famous shop on this Trail. My boots and socks were covered in boggy water within two minutes. It was only three inches on the map but it took me until two thirty to get over to London Stores. 

I asked the bloke if he could recommend a bed and breakfast – I was buggered. He said there were rooms at the restaurant down the road but I’d read rubbish reviews about the place. I decided to go into Lochbervie village, about a mile in the “wrong” direction, but I ate a sandwich on the bench outside the shop first. As I sat there a couple pulled up in a car and the lady went into the shop, came out and said ” I run a b&b and I hear your looking for one”. 

To add more karma to the situation they helped get my gear in the car boot, took me back to their gaff and I stepped through the door just as it started to pee it down. It was a lovely place, No 125 it’s called. Eddie and Margaret. This was the view from my seat at breakfast this morning.

I went to the local pub with Eddie and had a couple of beers and haggis for tea. Watched the Man City match, got back to No 125 and watched Simon before sleeping like a king.