Sunday, 1 June 2014
The 2014 Challenge, day 6: Kinlochleven to Strathossian (12)
Now this, I thought, was strange. I looked back at my mountain, and studied the land forms. Then I looked back at my map, and studied it closely, trying to figure out what it could possibly be if it wasn't Beinn na Lap. And then I looked up, at the great big lump of cast iron which the North British Railway Company had deposited right slap bang overhead, and wondered whether it might just be possible that my compass needle, fickle as she was, had transferred her affections from her distant lover at the North Pole, and was now more attracted to the bridge deck overhead.