May 12 830m ascent

We walked away from the lovely beach on another sun-filled morning.

We stopped for tea at this bothy which had been a home for someone for 38 years until he left in 1999. It is a 21 mile round trip to the nearest shop which he walked once a week!

The running water is the nearby stream, the toilets are a hole dug with a spade, lighting is a candle and heating is the peat that you dig yourself.

The route we chose over the trackless terrain was very dry underfoot. Hurrah! No sinking into bogs today.

Two eagles flew over our heads, we entered the MOD firing range, we walked up and down and at last from a summit we could see Cape Wrath.

It looks so unconvincing from this angle as a corner of the UK coastline. The lighthouse was hidden from this viewpoint.

The place belied it’s name today. There was no wrath – the sea was calm, the wind light and the sun shone.

At last we rounded a corner and the end was in sight

This Cape Wrath Trail has provided some outstanding walking. It has taken us through wild, empty, mountainous terrain. We often did not see a single soul for a day or two. On this section of nine days we passed only one shop (though there were a couple of hotels). I have tried to share the views with you but my photographs do not convey the full majesty of this countryside.

We met a Czech couple walking the trail who said that this was one of the three rough mountain walks in Europe. I would agree. Wild camping in wild places and travelling with everything you need on your back is a great way to spend your days.