Feeling pleased with myself that I'd made it this far I plugged in the radio & set off with the aim of getting to the B & B in good time as I had no idea what time they'd be there.
It was a pretty boring walk, only enlivened by meeting up with Steve, the Oncologist, again. We swapped stories about our experiences since Tyndrum, when we'd last met. I'd picked the hostel for economy, he'd picked his accommodation last night for it's stunning views & spectacular location. Unfortunately the interior & the proprietors weren't either of those adjectives. He said the place didn't look like it had been decorated for years, probably because they were drinking away any profits. By 6pm they were already hitting the bottle & by 8pm she could barely stand up behind the bar. He sensibly chose to decline the cooked breakfast this morning!
Now I know a should have been admiring the views of Ben & Glen Nevis, but I'd seen enough mountains & this walk was getting tedious. I didn't even bother to walk to the finish point. It was a choice between "Footpath to Town Centre" or "To the main road, Nevis Bridge & the end of the West Highland Way" I chose the footpath.
After a late arrival, being stuck on the bus behind an accident, Chip, Ann & Linda were worn out & jet lagged. So after a quick meal in the Grog & Gruel they went for an early night. I stayed on as Allen, (one of the Kinghouse drinking party) had also made it to Fort William & joined us for a drink. It turned out he'd been at the Blackwater Hostel last night as well, but camping.