I arrived at Corrour station at 9.20pm on Saturday night. In case you don't know, Corrour is in the middle of nowhere, a station not accessible by road. Well, okay, I suppose it is, because there were a bunch of diggers lying around as I walked past.

Anyway, I had a pleasant walk in the setting sun, and the twilight, and the light just enough to walk but not very well in the hour before moonrise, until I arrived by a particular ruin by the foot of a particular hill. Nearby, I lay down and slept intermittently; there were stars to look at, and the moonrise was quite pretty.

I felt lazier than expected, but finally dragged myself out of bed at about 4.30 when it was quite clearly and undeniably rather light. I proceeded to walk up a hill. There was a long a long day ahead of me—about 40km, 3800m ascent, 10 Munros. This was a walk I'd had in mind for quite some time (I mentioned it before), so my anticipation was considerable. It's just such a natural expedition, taking in a whole range of hills, from one end to the other.

By about 8am it was hot. It had in fact been hot for some time. It then continued to be hot. However, I couldn't have asked for better weather for the experience. Magnificent views, with the hills of Glencoe to the South and Ben Nevis and the Grey Corries across the Glen Nevis to the north.

It's nice to start out early. It gave this rather long day some variety. As I climbed the first few hills, the only sign of other people was a couple of tents pitched in a rather nice spot by a lochan. Later on, it was a more conventional time of day, and I was following a popular horseshoe-ridge walk, so many people. Later on, on the last two hills, I was alone again, with just a silhouette on the next hilltop.

I descended to pick up the West Highland Way, which I followed into Fort William for my train. I surprised myself after over 12 hours walking by walking sufficiently briskly for about 2 hours back to Fort William to catch the 7pm sleeper with 15 minutes to spare. It makes a change to think I can make a given train and succeed...

Unfortunately there were engineering works preventing the train going through Edinburgh as per the timetable, so I ended up being sent in a taxi from Motherwell...

As usual it has taken me a little time after the fact to get this post up. However, not a month like the last big walk, and in fact that has been true of my recovery also. My thighs have needed a couple of days to recover, but my feet did not suffer at all, dry as it was.