Soon the path left the town via a gradually-rising
and zigzagging path bringing us to a track which runs along one side of
the broad valley containing Loch Leven.
The track passed the ruins of Tigh-na-Sleubhaich
after a couple of hours so we sat in the shelter of one of the walls
of an adjacent sheep pen to to have a hot drink and snack.
Luckily the rain had mostly stopped but the clouds
were still covering the hill tops. This section of the walk was more
crowded than other days and we were passed by several familiar and
unfamiliar walkers, and we could see more walkers in the distance as
there was a good view of the path for several kilometres ahead.
The track, and old military road, was the usual
story of rough and undulating gradually as it followed one side of
the wide valley.
After a few kilometres, the valley and the track
turned North and soon entered a wooded area.
In a clearing, we sat on a couple of tree stumps
and ate some of our packed lunch then, as a few midges made their
presence known, we set off again.
After a cleared are we entred a wood again and
then another cleared area then back into wood again. All the time
drizzle or light was starting or stopping.
The path then joined a forestry track which
gradually dropped us down towards Glen Nevis which we could see below
in the distance. Unfortuntely, there was not much of Ben Nevis to see
because of the cloud.
Tramping along the hard surface of the forestry
track soon had our feet complaining. Up to now it had been a very
enjoyable walk with lovely scenery despite the weather.
Following a sign, we quit the forestry track and
followed a footpath for a few hundred metres to join the minor road
in Glen Nevis.
This road seemed interminable as our sore feet got
sorer as we followed the pavement or the road into Fort William after
a couple of kilomteres or so.
We paused at a small bridge for a final rest as
Karen checked the location of the Bed and Breakfast and as we did
this, the two Belgians came past.
We followed them and a few hundred metres later
the Belgians celebrated as they saw the sign marking the snd of the
West Highland Way.
Photos were taken and an American walker who was
sitting on a nearby bench waiting for his friends to arrive took our
photo using Karen's camera. I placed my camera on a convenient rubbsh
bin and used the self-timer to take more photos of ourselves. It was
16:30, which was exactly the time I had estimated we would arrive in
Fort William when we set off in the morning.
Tem minutes later we were climbing some concrete
steps up to our Bed and Breakfast at Rhu Mhor Guest House and after
ringing the bell and removing our boots, we went up to our room. We
removed our dirty Paramo Cascada trousers so that we sould sit down
on the bed until our “travellong bag” would arrive.
The bag arrived not long afterwards and wew were
able to have showers and get changed.
Later we walked into the centre of Fort William to
get our final stamp in the West Highland Way log books and collect
our certificates at the Grog and Gruel Pub. We found the pub had an
excellent restaurant upstairs so we stayed to have a meal as well.
In the morning we walked to the train station which was luckily fairly near and caught had an early train. The train was following the West Highland Line and was a very picturesque route often following the route of the West Highland Way, or close to it, passing a lot of our route for the previous few days. We saw plenty of sheep as we trundled past and some small herds of red deer.
We arrived at Glasgow Queen Street station about four hours later. From there we got a taxi to the nearby Glasgow Central station to catch a train to Birmingham New Street station, then a train to Derby and finally a train to Matlock from where we were picked up by a taxi brining us home to Winster.
We arrived at Glasgow Queen Street station about four hours later. From there we got a taxi to the nearby Glasgow Central station to catch a train to Birmingham New Street station, then a train to Derby and finally a train to Matlock from where we were picked up by a taxi brining us home to Winster.
Crossing a stream on the path |
Tigh-na-Sleubhaich |
Karen pointing out how far to go on a map on a sign |
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