Once back on the path we were onto the home stretch - an exhausted plod back down the glen to the campsite. When we were getting close I started to pick up some dead wood and twigs with the idea of making a fire. This didn't actually work very well as the wood was too wet. I made up some cup-a-soup while Howard prepared some mushroom rice with a tin of chicken tikka. What on earth were we doing carrying tins of food into Fisherfield? Well it was in fact a mistake, but it was very nice all the same. We rounded off the meal with some Jamaica ginger cake, then got to bed about 10 o'clock. It was comfortable and not at all too cramped inside the tent.

On the descent to Gleann na Muice