Great start to the day: I eschewed, for once, the full Scottish fry-up and took the Mallaig Haddock with poached egg instead. Possibly some of you might even be impressed. There was the smallest skittering of snow drifting past the window, but nothing like what might have been, given what other parts of the UK are getting. Certainly there was no longer any suspicion that we wouldn't be getting onto Rannoch Moor today.
The first part, probably as much as a third of the walk, follows what was, until just before WWII, the main highway north. It must have been laid pretty well, because it is still in good order. Only when it has climbed quite high does it lose its metalled firmness. Even then the way maintains the width of a single-tracked road, so is remarkably easy to follow, considering one is crossing Rannoch Moor.
Possibly the briefest stop in the history of the picnic was taken on the descent from the ridge, trying to shelter from the biting wind behind the parapet of one of the very durable bridges which cross the streams up there. Then, in what seemed no time at all, we were down at King's House. We are not staying there tonight; we are merely breaking the walk there. Again, our host at Edencoille B&B in Kinlochleven came out to fetch us. He will run us back there in the morning to continue.
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