Fort William to Glen Gour


After a lovely weekend, it was time to set off, back on my adventure. When planning my trip, I planned a half day for today, so that I didn’t have to rush and we could enjoy the morning together.
I started by getting the 10.30 passenger ferry across Loch Linnhe. It was a lovely little ferry, and a bargain at £2 or £3.50 if you had a bike! I was joined on the ferry by a group of cyclists from America, who were on a cycling tour. They asked me where I was going, and I told them about my journey. They were very impressed, it was nice to hear their words of encouragement. One of the women asked me how old I am, I replied 28, before remembering that I’m now 29 and correcting myself. This was followed by birthday wishes from the group.

I set off walking from the ferry, along the edge of the Loch. The road was lovely and quiet. Technically an A road, it was single track, with passing places! The cyclists soon passed me, with a chorus of “enjoy the trail” and “happy birthday”. It was lovely to get their encouragement, as I walked along.


I stopped along the edge of the Loch to have some lunch. As I sat there, the midges started to come out, which meant that the midge net came out. Thankfully, I’m quite skilled at eating in my midge net!



As I walked along the road, the views across the Loch were beautiful. The road made it easy walking, and I made good pace walking along.


I had originally planned to get the ferry back across the water and stay in Corran hostel overnight. However, I was making really good time, and decided to continue further. Instead, I took the path through Ardgour wood. The woodland was really peaceful and had a very well placed bench.

At Sallachan, the road to Strontian was very busy, so I decided to take the public path. The path goes up Glen Gour, starting on a track, then goes boggy, before joining a track through woodland. I decided it would also give me an opportunity to find a good wild camping spot.


The track was lovely. I was first accompanied by some cattle, but I soon left them and it was just me and the hills.
The track continued until a river crossing, then petered out. I’d decided to continue until the river crossing before camping. My logic was, that if my feet got wet, they could dry overnight!



I crossed the river with ease and found a camp spot on top of a little hilloch. Just enough wind to keep the midges off and the ground was a little drier too. It was so wonderful to be out in the hills, surrounded by such beauty. It really reminded me, why I love Scotland so much!




























