After a couple of hours I found the Car park that everyone had said was at the bottom of the trail. I sat and ate some of my food, but was getting eaten alive by the midges. When people came along they might have mistook me for an alpine skier as all that was exposed was my eyes, being covered in hat scarf and gloves to stop the little blighters munching on Peaceful Warrior. The track was not incredibly well signposted, but then again I suppose most other walkers are clever enough (or at least not daft enough) to walk without guide maps of the cairns and paths.....
The Bothy is owned by a charity I think and was left by Bob Scott for the very aim of helping lone or wayward walkers in the mountains. Anyone can use them as long as they respect the simple rules of behaviour towards others, and Gary was one of those such people. He offered me a coffee which was wonderful as I had no such luxury items. He was from Aberdeen and was here to get a break form life as it was in his neck of the woods. He had cycled here and was planning on being here for a week or so. We chatted about everything and pretty soon we were deep into divorces and relationships and I learned a lot about life from the east coast of Scotland. After a couple of hours I said that I really needed to get a move on otherwise I would not make the next Bothy some 5 miles away before dark. Gary thanked me for showing him a few new ways of looking at life situations, which I am glad to be able to have done. The joy was likewise, as it is when I meet people from all walks of life and backgrounds and social groups. If only the rest of the world could take this approach to others and their views and culture, then maybe all wars would cease one day. I live in hope that the sense we are born with will eventually kick in, and end senseless aggression and violence towards others, human and animal.
I crossed a small river and climbed some pretty steep steps for a while until the route went to the right at the place where several valleys met. I wondered how far the next Bothy was as it was nowhere in sight and I could see a few straight miles ahead.
Just as the light had begun to fade I saw the bridge made by students and the Corrour Bothy. I nearly wept for joy.