Well the rain certainly did come down in the night so I definitely did the right thing in staying inside. There was a broom ,so I’d swept the place and tidied up before making myself at home. Like other huts I passed,this one had a large table and benches inside for use during grouse shooting lunches, but judging by the length of the grass blocking the gate,it hadn’t been visited since last year. Nothing scratched or scrabbled during the night which was certainly good, and I definitely left it looking better than it was when I arrived.
The track continued uphill. Having seen one hare yesterday,I lost count of how many bounced here and there today.They really are the original Easter bunnies because they sit up on their hind legs,ears up, looking around, just like the foil wrapped chocolate version.
Where the track ended,I headed out overland to get to the top of a nearby hill. The vegetation was very low growing here, but due to everything being very wet,my boots still managed to get soaked. There were some very attractive colour schemes going.
I met a double fence line leading to a gate by a cairn and a trig point. This was more like Escape from Alcatraz than the middle of the Scottish Highlands, because for some bizarre reason one of the fences was electrified.
I can only presume neighbouring estate owners must loath each other. There are no deer so perhaps their sheep are especially proficient at the high jump.
From here I could see right down into the next valley and the Findhorn river.
Another track started from the gate and took me right down to the road at the bottom. There was then a long slog out to the next road,but much to my relief, few cars. I was offered a lift by a gamekeeper,and when I explained why I couldn’t accept we had a long conversation about camping and footwear. I think he was glad to find someone to talk to.
On through Tomatin, where I found a community shop for a sandwich and a cup of tea,and then on past the distillery.
This funny waymarked path went for about a mile and a half, but it did at least mean I didn’t have to walk along the road. A little further on,I followed a track a short way up into moorland. I’d seen a building marked ‘bothy’ on the map and was curious. While the building was uninhabitable, there was a very good level camping spot just beyond with a stream just below.