After skirting around Ben Hiant yesterday I’m now into the heart of Ardnamurchan, one of the remotest peninsulas in Britain where I’m hunkered down in my tent. As the rain sheets down outside I steel myself for another wet day today to reach the westernmost point of mainland Britain for New Year’s Eve. Later on, I buy the couple of pieces of fruit left in the shop in Kilchoan and enjoy a chat with crofter Alistair Campbell on the way back from feeding his chickens before heading into the open hill.
There’s no visibility and no photography most of the time and it’s starting to get dark on this tussocky and mountainous terrain, but I start to relax when I see the lighthouse flash in the distance through the rain. The ground is rocky and boggy but miraculously I find a patch of short flat grass, like a putting green, next to a small bay with beautiful white sand where I wearily put up the tent for the last time in 2018.
Date of Walk: 31/12/2018