We rose early to be clear of Keilator Farm just below us, before the day was too old, being early, it was quite cool and there was a touch of mist about as we set out Northwards. We did not divert down to Crianlarich, as we intended to buy our provisions at Tyndrum which we should reach during the morning.

Before long we cam upon two other 'wild camps'. The first was our friend from the Boathouse. He also had decided to press on yesterday, his camp site looked a grand place, he had found a tiny strip in a sheltered glen by a stream. Be told us later when we met up again 'he thought he was In heaven'. A few hundred yards beyond him we passed three chaps that we were to see again quite often over the next few days.

It was easy walking along good paths and in places along farm roads. It was along one of these that we cam across a sheep with one of its horns hooked over a strand of the wire fence bordering the field. I made a half hearted attempt to free it, but it looked like being a Job for a practiced hand so we did not linger, but called at the farm to tell of its plight, however there did not seen to be anyone around. In this area one of the farms had a row of six cages each containing a sheepdog. We had seen the same thing at Keilator farm the day before. As its about the time for marking the sheep and lambs it looks as though they have been brought in as 'extras'

From Tyndrum to Bridge of Orchy the walking is excellent, an old cart track is used for most of the way. There are fine views of Ben Dorain which drops very steeply down to our track. We were always close to the railway, crossing it a couple of times. At Auch, the railway takes a big loop up the glen, crosses a viaduct, and then doubles back on itself. Before Auk, we were sitting in the sun, when we were caught up by a chap from the Dartmoor Area. He was complete with horn handled staff, pedometer, Rhoan slacks etc. but no pack. The friend that had planned to do the walk with him, had injured his knee, and was now acting as back up for him carrying his gear from stage to stage in a van. 

On arrival at Tyndrum we had a freshen up in the toilet block just outside the village, and then went to the shops to stock up for the next few days. The next shops would be at Kinlochleven, and we would not reach there for a few days. We spent an hour or more at Tyndrum looking round the craft centre and sampled the bacon sandwiches on sale. We bought nice little enamel West Highland Waymarker lapel badges at the food store.

From Tyndrum to Bridge of Orchy the walking is excellent, an old cart track is used for most of the way. There are fine views of Ben Dorain which drops very steeply down to our track. We were always close to the railway, crossing it a couple of times. At Auch, the railway takes a big loop up the glen, crosses a viaduct, and then doubles back on itself. Before Auk, we were sitting in the sun, when we were caught up by a chap from the Dartmoor Area. He was complete with horn handled staff, pedometer, Rhoan slacks etc. but no pack. The friend that had planned to do the walk with him, had injured his knee, and was now acting as back up for him carrying his gear from stage to stage in a van.  I envied his wide brimmed hat as it was a scorcher again. I could feel the backs of my legs and arms getting sore.

Along this stretch we came across a new born lamb wedged on its side in a shallow ditch at the side of the track. The mother did not seen to be able to help, but when 1 tried to get close to the lamb mother was not at all pleased, however Paul fended off the ewe, and I lifted the lamb on to its feet. I was pleased to see that it could stand on its own quite happily. As we walked away the mother was back in attendance.

The sun was really hot, and in the end 1 had to cover up my arms by rolling Tubagrips over them. Like yesterday I was taking advantage of the cold mountain steams, by soaking a cloth in the water and rinsing myself down with it. I walked miles with the damp cloth draped over my head and neck. I had not bothered to take a sun hat.

The fine track that we were on, lead down to the Bridge of Orchy station and into the tiny village. A pint at the hotel was our first objective, and as usual the staff were very helpful, they suggested that we camp on the river bank behind the hotel. Our friend from The boathouse camp turned up once more, so we all went down together and pitched next to the river Orchy. It was very breezy here, a good place to camp although the ground turned out to be a bit more lumpy than I at first thought. Later we all went back over the bridge to the pub for a bar supper before turning in at dusk. Quite a popular place for walkers this, we ended up with another five tents in the vicinity before morning.