Knowing that Martin wouldn’t be able to arrive before around 15:00 at Kinlochleven and the walk would take me around 4 hours I had decided to have a lie-in! I was staggered when I didn’t wake until 8:30. I’d obviously found the roar of the stream in spate lulling! Or else I was just tired. But I was relieved that the midge bites hadn’t kept me awake. There hadn’t been as much rain as I expected over night but the tent was still wet so would need drying once I’d arrived at the lodge at Loch Laggan. I left at 9:50 with mixed emotion knowing that that was my last camp - and as a wild camp it really was one of the best. Rain started to sweep up Glen Coe as I started to walk up towards the Devil’s Staircase but the views back still had me stopping to watch - I’ve always been fascinated by mists moving across mountain tops and this was no exception. The Devil’s Staircase strictly refers to the zigzags which take you to the col. I became quite emotional reaching the cairn. I’d done it - I had...