It was a smooth crossing, lasting 45 minutes. We called in at the Old Forge for a pint, if only to be able to say that we've been in the most remote pub on the British mainland.
|Sean waiting to go in to help the local economy|
|The view west just outside Inverie|
|Crossing the bridge over Inverie River|
|Looking back to Inverie|
Once over the bridge, we had to make our way across a wet and boggy delta until we reached Sourlies Bothy at the edge of Loch Nevis. We are camped with others. All is quiet, apart from the now steady rain. Apart from the early showers, it hasn't rained today until now so it's been a good walking day. We've walked about 13km I think.
|At Sourlies Bothy|