Sunday 10th
I got an early start, on another sharp, but dry morning.
I've tried to keep off the A9 [I may comment more fully later!] by following cycle-paths. However, the ones in the vicinity of Inverness were particularly circuitous. I knew that I was well off the beaten track when I came across the site of the Clava Cairns - I'm sure that they are quite authentic, but I do know that many so-called "standing stones," appeared in reasonably recent times, due to some farmers' sense of humour- and then the Culloden Battlefield.
I was really getting hacked off, and short of food and water, yet again, when suddenly out of nowhere, the Culloden Moor Inn appeared like an oasis. I was fully replenished, and once more my faith in humanity was restored when the landlady [?] gave me a donation for my charities.
I was too tired, and it was too dark, to cross the Kessock Bridge, so I camped in a wooded area beside the round-about, before the bridge.
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