Day 3
Sunday 14th May - Glen Dochard to Gorton Bothy
I woke up at 5am but did not want to leave the warmth of the sleeping bag so I had a lazy start and after an invigorating (to say the least) wash & brush up I got away by 7am. The tent had a layer of ice on the outside of the fly and a layer of frost on the inside so after I had packed it away it dripped all day.
I had already decided that I was not fit enough to carry my sack over two Munros so I headed down the glen to Loch Dochard, I cut off the corner by going behind the forestry to Clashgour and then beside the river to Forest Lodge and on to the end of Loch Tulla by lunch time.
The afternoon consisted of a gentle wander past Achallader Farm and the ruin of Barravourich to Gorton Bothy arriving at 4pm. At 5pm Clive Bickley, no 17, arrived and said that there were two more behind him but that they were going very slowly and may not make it; I found out later that it was Colonel Custard with his son in tow so it was not surprising; and Clive was right - they did not make it.
