On our last day of walking we got a taste of true Scottish weather. On this stage you cross a pass named Lairig Mor, quite a long one, and you are very exposed. We got soaked and at times we almost blew away. For this reason, we hardly took any photos, even though the views were stunning:
When we had finally crossed the pass, we met a father and son carrying a stroller up a hill. They were walking from John O’Groats to Land’s End for charity with enormous loads of luggage, hence the stroller.
The descent into Fort William was very boring, and loooooong. But then, in the city centre, there’s the official ending point, where we took the inevitable photo before celebrating in the pub with some fellow walkers that we had met along the way.
That evening, we travelled to Glasgow by train. This is a fantastic ride through remote areas with lots of deer. I was particularly fascinated by Corrour railway station and might set off from there when I return to Scotland, which I surely will.