The Cape Wrath Peninsula in the top NW corner of Britain, is a wild place with no roads and only a few deer tracks. Underfoot it is often boggy and tussocky and very hard to walk across.

Tuesday's walk was a gruelling 10 hours long. We (Graham Nash and I) saw no people and no buildings. Our only reminders of the outside world were 2 small ships out to sea and warning notices on a MOD fence. The sun shone most of the day, although at times the wind was bitterly cold.  The hills were inspirational.  In the distance, Fionavon was snow capped and serene.

Marilyns climbed 4

Total Marilyns 583

Height climbed 980 m

Distance walked 27k