I now headed off up the A82 to Inverness. I stocked up with bread at Invergarry and stopped at Fort Augustus to buy the Scotsman where a coachload of French tourists had just arrived to see the canal locks. The drizzle gradually eased off as I drove north and by the time I reached Inverness I was looking forward to having a stroll around the town while waiting for Ruth. However I got out of the car to be greeted by a freezing wind, so once I had bought myself a haggis supper I retreated to the car to eat it. Ruth arrived on the bus, having already eaten, so after buying a bag of coal we set off up the road to Achnasheen. We were planning to spend three nights at the Jacobites' Club Hut there - the coal was a precaution in case there was no fuel at the Hut. In any case, the thought of a roaring fire seemed very inviting!

Rocks in a burn