For the next two days I wasn’t even going to try to follow the John O’Groats trail ,but head into the hills to cut off a corner. It was going to be forestry and more forestry today,so I had better keep my wits about me.
I found the way from the campsite without any problems, but then at a crossroads of paths took the wrong one and after about a mile found myself back on the road again. Once back on the right direction,I made sure to double check constantly. Forestry tracks are so confusing for there are often additional ones not shown on the map.
I reckon a mountain bike race was imminent. There was a very naughty bit of me that was sorely tempted to change the direction of the arrow. I didn’t.
After much up,down,round about and anxiety I found myself at the Fyrish monument. Having only seen one person running up to now,I was suddenly surrounded by many people. They had all come up from the carpark in the other direction.
There were some very good views from here.
From the carpark I had a very long and dull road walk which seemed to take forever. There were big trees and small trees, but for a long time there was nothing else.
On the positive side however, there were huge quantities of very nice Bilberries growing alongside the verges.
At long last I turned onto a track which took me across the Alness river near Ardross Castle. This place complete with turrets, towers,a river and sweeping views would be an Americans dream. What looked like a major housing development from the other side of the valley, turned out to be the brand new Ardross distillery being built. Obviously this is the line of work to be in.
The castle gates were equally impressive.
I’ll skip over the next 4 miles. They were just as tedious, but had to be endured because I needed to get to a river for my overnight camp. As it was, I only just managed to find a suitable place before the rain started. Why does it always rain when I camp out in the middle of nowhere.