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"End to End via the Margins"
-the diary of a walk.

- Kinlochleven to Glen Nevis

Diary

Corrections corner... Readers of early versions of yesterday's diary should know that the distances on foot to Spean Bridge and Corrour Station are 18 and 15 miles respectively, that it's the Grey Mare's Waterfall (no tails), and that the paths leave from behind the Episcopalian Church, not the Roman Catholic Church.

I mentioned the bilingual Co-op to the proprietor of today's place. He said that few people on the mainland spoke Gaelic, except for migrants from the islands. There are evening classes now, though. He also mentioned that some of the young people from the smelter had found work in Fort William (20-odd miles by road).

Once again, I woke up unsure of a dry day - I'm becoming tired of these malodorous, bog-encrusted rain trousers. And indeed it did rain most of the morning.

An Afrikaans speaking young man with a flat tyre needed the footpath to Ballachulish. I showed him the map and we chatted... there are still a lot of people out on these hills. Some of the trees only just had leaf buds on them. It was a solid enough walk to Glen Nevis. The top of Britain's highest mountain was hidden in cloud. (I was told later that there was a lot of snow up there, but none was visible then). I wondered if Meall an t Suidhe would slither into the valley and cover us all. I doubt it somehow.

There's a lot of forestry around here, and some houses appear to be made of, or at least clad in wood.

The youth hostel is large. I note with dismay that lights out is 2am. It could be noisy. (Note from the morning - it was fine).

I took an evening stroll round the corner of Glen Nevis to the lower falls. The landscape beyond the bend looked a bit alien: I'd like to walk that footpath some time. There was somebody with hot drinks waiting for people off the mountain; others were driving fast. It crossed my mind that this would be a good time to try and go up Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Yr Wyddfa in 24 hours if you were into that kind of thing, which I'm not. Now my feet are a bit better, I like these evening walks, no bag, no pressure, just a time to dream.

Pictures from today...
Pink flowers
Prayer
God we thank you for our forests,
and those who manage them,
cutting and planting and protecting.
We thank you for people who work with wood,
cutting and preparing it for use,
making structures and furniture and paper.
And we thank you for Saturday afternoon bodgers,
sawing and fixing for love.
God of the cross and carpenter,
hear our prayer.



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