The last day. The last few miles. The last hills. The last of our strength.
It was really, really, really hot. There were no clouds in the sky and even at 7:30am we were feeling the heat. There are not many pictures from walking on the last day- I was tired, I was hot and the camera was in my gilet, in my bag. I wasn't that keen to stop and look for it to take pictures. It's a bit of a shame though because it was a pretty section of the Way and the clear day meant we could see the peaks in the distance and the colours were spectacular.
This is where we said goodbye to civilization- no more houses, roads or mobile phone reception until Fort William. See you Kinlochleven.
There was no shelter, the sky was a gorgeous blue. And of course there were cairns. The boys are now fully fledged cairn builders... they can't resist to add to them.
The route was mostly constructed from the path through a glen between some very serious looking mountains. The path was visible for miles and miles into the distance- always seeming to be on a slight incline. We seemed to always be climbing, which made no sense since we knew that we were finishing in Fort William which is at sea level, at some point we were going to have to go downhill. Or at least I hoped so.
See that big hill, that's Ben Nevis. Yes, that's the kind of company we keep on this walk. A lot of people like to climb Ben Nevis after they finish the way, erm, no thanks.
But eventually the road did go down, it wasn't fun, it was an industrial access road. A little disappointing after the spectacular routes we had taken but given how very hot and very tired we were, we weren't that bothered.
We were very nearly finished. Fort William is just over there.
We just had to pick up some extra people...
Milngavie to Fort William. 96 miles. Now where is my medal?
