Some days defy negative expectations, and turn out so much better than anyone dared believe. Today was like that. In Tyndrum, at breakfast time, there was a degree of discussion about the wisdom of walking today. All of yesterday had been a trudge through ankle-deep snow, stumbling over hidden hazards, and it had snowed again since then. As we left the B&B, it started to swirl once more.
A packed lunch had to be assembled at the mini-mart, and we didn't make any forward progress until nearly 1030. By the time Beinn Dorain came into view, however, the snow had given up, the sun was popping in and out, and the paths were absolutely as clear as they had been last September. Uncanny. Today's pace was therefore a tad brisker, and we got along famously. Elevenses (perversely taken at twelve) were enjoyed in the shelter of a railway hut alongside the line we had used a few days ago, and then lunch at a picnic table, in the SUN, on Bridge of Orchy railway station.
A swift call into the Bridge of Orchy Hotel followed, then the brief climb to the ridge above Loch Tulla and the descent to the welcoming sight of The Inveroran Hotel nestling at its western end. Perfect isolation. If location is everything, this will do nicely, thank you.
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