Thursday, 11 July 2013
Day 3; Puddles.
We woke at 7:45 and were greeted by puddles on our porch. Neither of us had heard rain through the night, so I wriggled my way outside to find we were in a rain cloud - that's quite typical it turns out, if you're in the Scottish Highlands. I used my walking socks that I had washed the night before to de-soak the inside of our tent, and then hung them on our portable washing line (kindly gifted by Cheryl - turns out it's very handy indeed!). Waterproofs it was then. We hobbled our way to the ladies, wrapped up, arranged our bags for the day and we were off. Just as we were leaving, three elders; two female, one male, donated to our charities and wished us luck. What sweethearts!