The injury to my ankle was a real problem. There didn’t seem any point in going any further north into Assynt. I had been trying to find a route back into, and out of, Inverness, to meet up with my friend Matt Sillars, and one of the “other places” I hoped to visit some time was Glen Affric, and having succeeded booking somewhere to stay I could head into Ullapool and find something to help with my ankle and on to have lunch with Matt.
The B&B in Glen Affric was great. The next day I gave a lot of thought to abandoning Scotland, and heading directly to stay with my brother, which was always my final destination. But I had a manual car, and I was working the clutch with my left foot, a frequent need on Scotland’s roads, and my brother was over 7 hours away, and I needed rest now. The owner of the B&B was really nice, and I was able to arrange to stay a third night there. Not that I wouldn’t be looking for photographs, but they would be close by, and I would get a lot more rest.
The Forestry Commission Scotland has a number of car parks along Glen Affric with nice, small walks that get you to interesting scenes. So there was a bit of driving, and a little walking, but my ankle was well strapped up, and I was able to enjoy the day.