August 8 – This morning we met a Hungarian and two Dutch on our way out of town. More mossy woods, climbing up, up and up some more.
We are on our way to Kingshouse, which we think is a hotel, not a town.
Once again, we walk past beautiful mountains topped with clouds, down a stony path or an old military road. It’s chilly today, with a steady wind.
We are attracted to the micro-flowers that grow here.
We see Kingshouse in the distance, surrounded by trees. Kingshouse was built as an inn in the 1750s – the only place to stop for miles around. Things haven’t changed very much!
In addition to the hotel, there is a bunkhouse and places for tent camping. Even so, our tour people couldn’t find us a room at Kingshouse, so they arranged a taxi to pick us up here and take us to the next town.
Standing majestically right in front of the hotel was a red stag – the first wildlife we’ve seen.
I’m sure he was tamed by being fed by tourists, but he is still a thrilling sight.
We shared a taxi with a young Canadian woman, Chloe, who works in London. She has been hiking with her little dog, but the rocks and gravel proved too much for little paws.
Our taxi driver Peter is a local man from Kinlochleven. He told us that he once drove Claire Foy and James McAvoy in this very cab, when they were here on location to shoot a film (My Son, not available in the U.S.) He stopped a few times so we could take pictures.
So here we are in Kinlochlevan, at the venerable old MacDonald Hotel.
Peter will return for us in the morning, to put us back on the trail.