In which Mike finds a phone. He was after a new one anyway.
It had been a cold and very clear night although I had been quite cosy in my cold-weather sleeping bag.
Awake at 3.30am for no good reason so made a cuppa and spent the next half-hour or so picking heathery bits out of my socks. Then I read for a bit and listened to the BBC World Service-type wireless. I think I need to get a life.
A lovely windfarm appeared in the East as dawn approached.
I drifted off to sleep and then woke again, this time with a thumping headache. Up and about at 7.15am and eventually set off on the leisurely walk to
Abergavenny Aberfeldy, initially on a good LRT.
Mike spotted a big fat otter, it was quite a sight. We’d obviously startled it. It skitted around a pool and the scuttled off, up a bit of a waterfall and vanished under a river bank. I took photos but they weren’t much good – I can pick out it’s tail. Just.
Spot the otter
It was a long descent to the road and then we were on a very minor road, and a few short miles later we arrived in Aberfeldy in time for lunch.
Another Man in a Kilt
Fishing hut on the banks of the Tay
Yet another bridge over the Silvery Tay
Two fish & chip filled Challengers. Note my sexy garter.
We’d been warned not to expect much in the way of shops in Aberfeldy, yet all the essentials were there if you had time to look for them.
As it happened we managed to get (slightly greasy) fish & chips, cups of tea, pies, bacon and a few other odds and ends. And beer…or maybe it was vinegar. Although the landlord changed it for something fizzy without fuss I’d have preferred something proper.
Leaving town, initially by road, we were soon on paths – a mix of riverside paths and disused railway line. All very nice really.
Met up with a couple walking the Rob Roy Way and enjoying every minute of it. So they said.
Mike had earlier spotted a (locked) mobile phone hanging on a fence – nobody around, maybe it belonged to a Challenger? A bit of detective work later and we discovered that it belonged to one of a group of anglers from Ireland, up to their wotsits in the silvery Tay and trying to catch something. A cold probably.
Their gillie (Douglas – a nice bloke who makes walking sticks for beer money) helped us locate the phone-less fisherman and once again all was well in my little world.
Feeling thoroughly decent, having done The Right Thing, we trundled our way eastwards once more along the banks of the Silvery Tay and more disused railway.
Tempting, but we didn’t.
Our overnight stop was in Grandtully (pr ‘Grantly’. Obv.) at the Canoe Club campsite. The site was at the old railway station, now converted into a nice little place to stop….although the gents were a bit whiffy. Our footpath delivered us nicely straight into the site.
I’m not sure how this lot fitted into my Exos58
Grantly has a chocolate shop (that we didn’t visit) and a pub….that we did visit. Douglas, the gillie from earlier in the day, called in for a pint and ended up buying us beer too – I think he was grateful for us finding his client’s phone.
I was hungry (nowt unusual there then) and ordered a nice bar meal whilst Mike kept on his carefully calorie controlled diet and stuck to drinking beer.
We’d had quite a nice day. Apart from the tarmac and the smelly bogs, but there you go.
Cuckoo count: 3 (not very good really)
Other wildlife: 1 otter, a load of rabbits (on the campsite) and some random birds – not a clue what they were. No Wild Challengers…not even any tame ones.