Rannoch Moor

After a wonderful breakfast; (Sandra had porridge and the full Scottish while I had eggs from their free range hens and proper field mushrooms fried in butter plus home made jam, slurp!) we set off on the longest day so far across Rannoch Moor to Glencoe.

My walking club (Huddersfield Rucksack Club and yes, I'm still a paid up member) had many dire warnings for me about the trudge across Rannoch Moore but they obviously hadn't walked it in sunny, balmy conditions.
For me the most boring walking of the whole 95 miles was the section between Tyndrum and Bridge of Orchy when we followed the route of the A82 which could be clearly seen and heard from the track. The noise of traffic was intrusive and the scenery was mundane. It was easy walking and we made good time but I was glad to leave Bridge of Orchy and continue on  to Inveroan over a scenic bump and to Rannoch Moor. The colours of the grass, gold and red, gently waving like a shimmer of water. Stunning.

The unexpected delight of Rannoch Moor was enhanced by the oasis at Ba Bridge. Here there were a few people gathered and we met again Sven who had been at our B&B (Glengarry, did I mention the name?) and had wished us a good day before departing at least an hour before us. There were a good many Germans en route, probably due to the dire warnings the British folk had given each other about weather and midges.
We walked 19 miles that day. Walking down to Kingshouse was breathtaking with the startling Ben Etvie greeting us at the head of Glen Coe. Even in the sun, Glen Coe looking haunting and wild, the hotel looked remote and deserted from the distance and we slowed as it came in sight, glad to have made our next night's refuge in 8 hours.