Another indulgent slow start knowing I had a long day (18 miles) tomorrow. We arrived back at Alltsigh and I set off at 10:40 leaving Martin to decide what he would do for the day but potentially walking out to me from Drumnadrochit. The path gradually climbed up through the forest, with occasional glimpses of the loch. There was however enough variation in the vegetation to keep me content along with the song of chaffinches, siskins, robins and wrens. I was surprised how quickly, at 11:30, I reached the point where the high and low routes join, and for a while the path went through Heather and gorse. A bird call I didn’t recognise turned out to be a great spotted woodpecker. The path suddenly opened up into meadows and a scattering of houses and farms. A pottery was advertising teas but no one was around so I continued on along what was now a minor road. The views across to the hills south of the great glen appeared across boggy moorland and I stopped for some lunch on the grass ...