The final day of the walk. Leaving the B&B at about 0930 saw us actually starting to walk at roughly 1000; our host had ferried us in the car back to Gairlochy to pick up where we had left off yesterday. It had started raining already, so the gaiters went on at the start. By the time we had arrived at the water's edge of Loch Lochy, it was blowing a hoolie. It stayed that way for the entire day. At times the loch looked exactly like the ocean, whipped up into white horses by the gale. Many trees were down in the forest as we trudged north. And yes, it was a headwind. Thirteen miles has never seemed so long.
Eventually we arrived at journey's end, had baths and showers, and have come round enough to get the blog done. Regardless of some unwelcome weather on a couple of stages, the days when it was important for it to be clement were glorious. The West Highland Way is a splendid undertaking, and we are so pleased we took it on. Do the same if you get the chance.
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