Naismith’s rule said the route would take five hours fifty, the gap between trains at Corrour is six hours thirty. Naismith wasn’t eating biscuits and taking photies, so I don’t like them odds.
Arriving at 2100hrs tonight would have given me the whole day tomorrow, but camp would have been somewhere at the southern end of Loch Trieg and I just know that the midges would be horrendous.
After arguing with the Scotrail website for an hour (it kept trying to book me onto a sleeper) I gave in, leaving tonight was a tenner more expensive as well, so they can keep their trains.
However I did try, but it’ll be cheaper and easier to take my own wheels tomorrow and either do the route from Fersit, or maybe from the Grey Corries side, park up the road and bike in or something. I don’t like getting up early, but tomorrow will be frighteningly early. Still, it’s not often I go so far north with just a day pack, so that should be fun.
I should still see Corrour station from a distance tomorrow, not from 40 years away like the photie above though.
I’ll be driving through that one below, the picturesque village of Carnoch as seen from one of my nice wee guidebooks of yesteryear.
That peak gives it away if it’s original name or somewhat skinny layout doesn’t. Times have changed it a wee bit.