Days Nine & Ten: What the Fort William am I Still Doing Here or The only West Highland Way is Essex

Saturday 22nd April.  7:45 in the morning.  Waiting for a coach to Glasgow. I have waved goodbye to the bronzed statue of the walker at end of the trail and walked up the high street one last time. A week ago, I was in Drymen, shuffling around in my tent preparing for what was actually one of the hardest walks of the whole trail to … Continue reading Days Nine & Ten: What the Fort William am I Still Doing Here or The only West Highland Way is Essex

Day Seven: Taking the stairs all the West Highland Way to the top

Glencoe Mountain Resort to Kinlochleven: 10.8 miles / 82.1 miles My first look out of the Hobbit Hut at 7 am showed a landscape bereft of the mountains of the previous night. Somebody had clearly stolen those to the left, right and centre of me and if it wasn’t orcs or hobbits, it must be the devil whose staircase I would be clambering up this morning. It … Continue reading Day Seven: Taking the stairs all the West Highland Way to the top

Day Six: A huge West Highland Weight off my back

Bridge of Orchy to Glencoe Mountain Resort: 10.7 miles / 71.3 miles So, although yesterday was hard both physically and mentally, the luxury of two showers in the space of twelve hours, fluffy white towels, someone else cooking breakfast and the slim, but still potential, chance of seeing a troll as I cross the Bridge of Orchy, meant that today was only ever going to … Continue reading Day Six: A huge West Highland Weight off my back

Day Five: West Highland Way, hey, hey, it’s magic

Beinglas Farm Campsite, Inverarnan to Bridge of Orchy: 19 miles / 60.5 miles And the way to get your own back on the people that keep you up all night? Firebomb them with a burning Jetboil at 6am. Boom! (Not literally, thankfully). I am not entirely sure what happened, but my beloved camping stove toppled over this morning and promptly burst into flames. This was … Continue reading Day Five: West Highland Way, hey, hey, it’s magic

Day Four: Hoping not to lose my West Highland Way

Rowardennan Youth Hostel to Beinglas Farm Campsite, Inverarnan: 13.4 miles / 41.6 miles Exciting day on the trail: I get to change my socks for the first time. I mean, obviously, I am still wearing the same pants and T-shirt, but if I packed too many of those, I wouldn’t be able to bring my solar panel. Having said that, and this isn’t a criticism because, … Continue reading Day Four: Hoping not to lose my West Highland Way

Day Three: The Wet, Wet, West Highland Way

Drymen Camping to Rowardennan Youth Hostel: 15.7 miles / 28.1 miles The morning started as it meant to go on: with extremes of weather: inside my tent, dry, warm and calm; outside, wet, cold and windy. This was a pity as it meant I had to overcome an overwhelming desire to stay in my peachy, isolated microclimate, and go out into the monstrosity that was … Continue reading Day Three: The Wet, Wet, West Highland Way

Day Two: What’s the West Highland Way that could happen?

Milngavie to Drymen Camping: 12.4 miles / 12.4 miles Oh the Irony should it be raining at the end of this day’s walk, then there wouldn’t be a dry woman, let alone Drymen in the house. Well, it would be ironic if it wasn’t for the fact that it is pronounced Dri-men, but hey, let’s not let the local tongue get in the way of a … Continue reading Day Two: What’s the West Highland Way that could happen?