I sat there for ages waiting for that cloud to clear Gairich so I could get a nice photie. It didn’t and by the time I got back to the motor there was a fine drizzle, but luckily not enough to disuade the midges from coating my coupon and and encouraging the mild panic I get in such situations and the consequently hasty packing (read throwing) of wet camping kit in the back. Worst of all I really wanted a cuppa, the “Oh, I’ll stop in a layby and brew up” turned into a plate of fried wonder/ horror with free coffee refills at the Little Chef at Spean Bridge. It’s all wrong how spirits can be lifted by something so inherently bad for you.

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