The distances between settlements here make for some difficulties.

Garve, on paper, was too near and Aultguish too far.

As it happens Garve though proved only just about do-able in a day due to the renewed bad condition of my right foot and so the itinerary now is Aultguish tomorrow, a wild-camp* the night after and Ullapool the night after that.


Birds lined up on telephone wires, as they always were in my youth

* for those not familiar with the term ‘wild camp’ does not involve a camp-fire surrounded by dancing wailing naked locals clad only in woad and knocking back whisky by the pint, but simply camping in the countryside, as opposed to at a campsite. The other kind of ‘wild camp’ may exist, but if any do I haven’t seen any. Just so that we are clear.