Not a long stage today, in fact a bit of a doddle, we thought. Wrong. You'll know how folks from upland areas are always keen to tell you that 'the weather up there' can switch from glorious to appalling in ten minutes flat, and then back again ten minutes later. Well, I guess one out of two ain't bad. Sure it switched from glorious to appalling about half an hour into our walk, but somebody forgot to tell Him Upstairs to change it back again shortly after. The nearer we got to Conic Hill (the first of only two truly demanding climbs on the whole WHW), the harder it rained.
By the time we reached the foot of the climb, there was a torrent racing down the rocky path. It stayed that way for the next hour to the top. Fairly unenjoyable. Coming down the other side, of course, was even less delightful, having to take extra care not to slip off smooth rocky slabs submerged in a similar torrent. Incredibly, there were families coming up the other way clad in Tshirts & trainers for what seemed their regular Sunday-afternoon jaunt to conquer Conic Hill.
We reached our B&B at 10 to 3, dripping wet. On the dot of 3, it stopped raining, the sun came out, and stayed that way until dark. Evening meal at The Oak Tree Inn across the lane from our B&B. The haggis option was so good that Alan skipped sweet course and had it twice.
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