Kinlochleven to Inveroran

First time I’ve put the departure point and destination on since the blog started I think. And I’m not going to check. That would be sad. I’ll do it later. I got up in an inner tent covered in midges. How did the blighters get through the fine mesh? For blighters read bastards. I had breakfast in the hotel attached to the campsite and I ate for Scotland. I went to pack and take the tent down and was met with a mist of midges, blighters, which I countered with my stylish midge mesh hat which will be the talk of the town when I wear it at Bramall Lane for the first match of the season. 

Nevertheless I still got bit. The blighters got my legs below (and slightly above) the bottom of my shorts. Blighters!

The Co-Operative store produced sandwiches and crisps for later and I set off up the four mile hillside leading to the Devil’s Staircase. A pass in the hills with a steep drop down on the south side. The weather was poor but dry when I set off,  and it remained dry all day. The climb up was long and wearing; it’s far easier without a rucksack but it dunt matter.  The views were great. 

Finally I came up to the last pitch up the back of the Devil’s Staircase.

The view opened out from the top and it became an expansive valley rather than a constrained glacial glen. 

I was enjoying this walk. The views were great, the weather was cool enough for a dude with a rucksack and there were nice features. The Cape Wrath Trail is an experience. So is wiping your backside with a cactus but it don’t mean you liked it and want to do it again. Having said that I’m glad I did it, and equally glad I started the WHW. 

The weather brightened in patches and I passed by Glencoe and the skiing centre up there.

The road went ever on and on. 19 miles in total to Maurice’s place at Inveroran. He takes b&b overspill from the Inveroran hotel. I showered, heaven, hung my tent out on Maurice’s back fence, had haggis and beer in the hotel and got an early night. Maurice is great. Long haired fifty/sixty summat who retired from the Fire and Rescue service last year after a heart attack. He’s a highlander. Me too (when it’s warm and no midges).

Maurice’s place and views from it.

I like him and here. Night night.