Walks on The West Highland Way
West Highland Way
26 October 2003
The
plan for the third day of the walk was up over the Mamores, down
onto the West Highland Way and back to Fort William, but due to the
state of Claire’s feet I amended this plan. In fact it
was a surprise to me that Claire was prepared to walk again on Sunday
after the pain she endured the previous day. So we set
off from the ladies’ accommodation, crossed Glen Nevis and walked
south on the West Highland Way. Claire was wearing her
runners, Irish equivalent of trainers, and found the going a lot
easier.
We
climbed up the track and on negotiating a bend I saw spray rising
from Gwen and the perfume perforated my nostrils. She
told me that she had sprayed deodorant because she was sweating but
I think she was hoping that today she would meet a “man in a skirt”. She
had been searching for him since arriving in Scotland but without
success. Unfortunately she wasn’t successful in her quest
on the West Highland Way either, as all we saw were a few backpackers
heading for Fort William, none of whom were dressed in kilts and
none were good looking, according to Gwen. During our
walk south Gwen’s phone kept ringing as she received text messages
from home giving her the Irish Rugby score from the World Cup in
Australia so she was very happy when she got the final result.
We
continued south on undulating terrain passing through a lot of forest
but we also crossed open hillside where sheep were grazing. Vera
felt at home here as I was told that back home she can be seen rounding
up the sheep for her father using her car.
On
approaching Lairigmor we had reached the required distance and stopped
for lunch. This was interrupted by the local farmer and
his wife who stopped for a chat. Once fed we returned
by the outward route and a pleasant stroll in a nice autumnal afternoon. We
managed to get back to Achintee before dark, even with the clocks
going back.
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