We set off again on the John Muir Way with the proverbial Scotch Mist (definition: a thick drizzly mist) which soon increased to a regular downpour. We stopped at an inn in Strathblane for coffee and cake, and the rain eased at that point and by the time we joined the West Highland Way at lunch time, the sun showed its face! Although a longer day, the walking was relatively easy with increasing muddy patches towards our destination. On the West Highland Way we realise that we no longer walk alone, and we’re pleased to note that we even overtake some walkers – we are obviously fitter than when we started, despite our sore feet! Now for a rest day once again!

A Backward Glance

In Wimbledon speak, we made it to the quarter finals today with only three more legs to complete. Suddenly the people sharing the path with us changed from pram pushers and dog walkers to those with no babies or pets and too much time on their hands. So we just fell in line and gradually plodded northwards with them, only stopping at the regular cake and drink top up stations along the route. I can see us both having to loosen our belts on this West Highland Way section. We are now at the base of the hills we saw yesterday, and our sleepy legs were given a rude awakening on the approach to Drymen. Drymen means ‘hill’ in ancient Gaelic and Billy Connolly once lived here with his wife and two children; does that mean he was a ‘Hillbilly’? We’re three quarters of the way through our LEJOG trek, and now the sun has excused itself, the finishing line is beginning to have increasing appeal.
Every day’s a page
A hundred feet a letter
Only three more Ways
‘Til our aches get better