Accommodation: hostel.
As I didn’t have much I desperately needed to do (other than not walking 20+ miles), I allowed myself the luxury of a very lazy start. One job I couldn’t avoid was hand-washing most of my stinking clothes. My “private room” was actually a re-purposed dorm with me as the only occupant. What it lacked in charm, it made up for in the number of places I could drape my newly-washed clothes as well as having the space to empty the contents of my ruck-sack prior to a “re-sort”.
Eventually drifted into town in the early afternoon. Of the 3 main things I had on my shopping list, I was successful tracking down some more packets of dehydrated food and a Harvey map for the Great Glen Way but sadly no luck with the lamb Sunday roast. I had a real craving but none of the pubs could oblige so I settled for chicken instead. That was pretty much my day.
