Heading Home

There was really quite a short walk today, so we had the longest lie of the week, getting up at about 7:30 a.m. The weather was still pretty grey but it wasn't actually bucketing down, so we set off through the Mamores on a good track. At one point there was an easier route to Fort William, but we kept to the track.

It was when we had only about an hour to go that Hugh and I had exactly the same sensation. We were weary of all this. Talking about it, we reckoned that until that moment, when we were heading down Glen Nevis, the adrenalin had been keeping us going. But the brain decided that now that adrenalin was no longer needed and it was shut off. Boy was that hard!

We ended up at the Fort and met Ronan in the park just as the rain was starting to come on harder again. Off to a restaurant that he had found that, though not allowing Freja inside, had a place out the back where she could get a little shelter. I felt quite guilty, leaving her outside as we ate a hearty lunch. After all, she had stuck by me for these six days, and unless she could sense something, for all she knew it was going to be another six days before we arrived home. In fact, it was just a little more than six hours.