I am up and on the road by 08.15 and leaving Fort William with a full tummy from last nights left over rice. The last two days I’ve been ploughing on through the really bad weather produced from this passing hurricane and I’m relieved that it seems to have gone by. Its very cold and windy but thankfully no rain. Half an hour in and within a blink of an eye, the clouds darken ten shades and with a howling wind giving a moments notice, waves of rain roll in to dampen my spirits.
What scares me most is the narrow road I’m on that has the devils own truck drivers thundering past me, way to close for comfort throwing a cyclone of filthy driven mist into my face. This really is scary and I have to pray to the gods and try to hurry through the more dangerous spots..
I decide to start to run as much as I can and aim to get off this 9 mile death
Trap as fast as I can. Its a damn joke how painful this stupid leg is.. I curse and swear and uncontrollably tears occasionally bubble. This makes me mad as hell and i swear louder and more frequently to the Gods and curse poor ‘Bessie’ for being being so cumbersome. I fix on a landmark and I determine to run to that point and then have a walking rest. I feel like im flying considering the last two days. I am not, but its better none the less. So the day goes on and on.
The hardy cousin of the mighty ‘Ben’ starts to loom into my view and again im taken away from my aches and pains. This giant is now my landmark to run to. Glencoe Mountain is simply breathtaking. It gives me strength and I make great time to get to its base. I take a rest and kind invitation into the cosy surroundings of Clachaig Inn. A hearty complimentary meal is devoured.
The day closed with the sounds of Scotland!