The buildings at Blendronaig  were a real disappointment after the comparative luxury of the day before. The only part open to walkers was a tiny passage with a couple of rocks to sit on. We had been looking forward to a long rest in dry surroundings, and to cooking our main meal of the day. I explored beyond the house, and found a large steading which was dry and gave us some space to spread out our gear and get the stove going. As we were about our meal the weather seemed to worsen rapidly, we closed the door that had been wedged open on our arrival. This made it even more dark and gloomy, the wind seemed to have risen, and the rain was hammering onto the roof and lashing against the doorway. A rat disgusted by the weather outside came in under the door, shot us a sideways glance and wandered into the pitch black corner where presumably it lived. For the next hour as I tried to rest on a pile of old railway sleepers (in the opposite corner to the rat) I could hear it, when the wind and rain permitted, squeaking from time to time as it complained to the rest of it's family about the weather, or the visitors.

Eventually we decided to leave and make our way along Glean Fhiodhaig to Corrievuic, about seven miles, following the R. Meig all the way. Once outside it did not seem too bad, but the walk along the stalkers path was difficult to follow, very wet in places and was probably the 'low' point of the trek. We met three backpackers going in the opposite direction, and exchanged a few words about us all being mad, but the weather was not conducive to standing for a chat about our experiences. Several streams coming down from the mountains to the river Meig had to be crossed, these were very full, by now our feet were wet through and there did not seem to be much point in trying to stay dry, we waded where necessary and on the whole we managed ok

 
 
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