Day 8 – definitely a day of two ‘alves

Inveoran to Crainlarich. 17.17 miles, 2,267 ft of elevation, 20,970 steps

Today started as per previous days with rain. So on goes the wet weather gear (which has been kindly dried by the local hotel – despite us sleeping in the woods opposite. Must be a testiment to all the beer we drank), then a steep climb for the first two miles to ensure you are soaking wet inside and outside.

What followed was five miles or so of driving rain straight at us as we walked alongside the Fort William train lines

The end result of all this was Jonathan’s knees being shot to bits. All the training and preparation Clearly did not pay off and the jeans are destined for the street once again. In all seriousness, I am now down a partner and whilst we never spoke because of the weather it was sad to see him get on the bus.

So it’s just me and Schooner for a while. Jonathan has kindly offered to stay and enjoy the evenings together and so I duly felt that I should at least give him one day of Brexit discussion. However, no more as I am officially done.

As luck would have it, no sooner did Jonathan leave but the sun came out. A glorious afternoon followed with the best walking of the trip by far. Even Schooner seemed impressed

Final thought for the day. I am so impressed with the Dutch, in particular the young, and even more the women. They are by far the largest representation and the number of girls doing it the tough way with heavyweight packs and wild camping is seriously impressive. I don’t know what they have In their blood but they are super strong. Well done.