LEJOG day 56: Tyndrum to Bridge of Orchy

Today I made a decision that means I won't walk the length of Britain. Or at least, I'll have walked sufficient miles, had I gone a different route, but my particular route will have an 11-mile gap in it.

My hope was that at the end of the 19th of July, I'd have a series of "workouts" on my GPS which would all join up, giving an uninterrupted walked path from Land's End to John O'Groats. However, the second half (around 11 or 12 miles) of today's route was to take me up onto an exposed moor and end with me hopefully catching a rural bus, which runs once every two hours, from the middle of nowhere back to my B&B at Bridge of Orchy. In total, I was planning to walk about 20 miles, and I wasn't sure I'd make it on my ankle- and if I did, wasn't convinced I'd be able to walk the next day- and I really didn't fancy explaining my idiocy to Mountain Rescue or the air ambulance when they came to get me.

So instead I walked along a pretty good path for seven miles in the pouring rain, and have been watching Disney films and lounging about in a room that increasingly smells of wet hiker ever since lunch time, with my ankle propped up on a pile of cushions under strict instructions to be improved by the morning.

Distance walked: 6.99 miles
Time taken: 2h39
Percentage complete: 79.6% if you include the bit I've abandoned
Miles per £1 of boot: 6.18
Miles to go: 230
Days since I was last rained on: 0
Lunch: ham sandwiches and crisps and cake!
Last night's B&B: Tigh na Fraoch, Tyndrum (which I still can't pronounce): lovely and welcoming and very sympathetic re: the ankle




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