We ditched the car at Glenfinnan train station, hoped it wouldn't get clamped, walked under the famous railway viaduct from the Harry Potter films, and said goodbye to the last road we'd see for 5 days.
We carried everything that we'd need for the trip, there's no corner shops where we were going....
We trekked from Bothy to Bothy, through a whole mix of ground - boggy, boggy but covered in snow, boggy but steep, boggy but almost more of a lake, and boggy bog.
Bothies are basic mountain huts - old remote cottages - that are "simple shelters in remote country for the use & benefit of all who love wild & lonely places."
We stayed in 4: Corryhully, Glenpean, A'chuil, Sourlies, and then wild camped above Inverie on our last night.
We spent Hogmanay in Glenpean bothy, where a wonderful array of other people had trekked to see in the New Year. Gavin, an artist and Poet who spends his time in the hills, collated all of our special memories from 2017, and looked forward to the year ahead:
We sang and danced to fiddles, saw out the bells in a beautifully brightly moonlit valley outside the bothy, and enjoyed cheese and beer from some new friends from Paisley.
Our last night, we wild camped above Inverie, a small remote village with no road connections. Arriving, we hadn't seen any other people in 72 hours, since we bade farewell to everyone we'd met in Glenpean Bothy and shared the New Year with.
The pub was closed, but a wonderful tearoom filled our bellies and brought us gently back to civilisation.
3pm came, and it was time for the ferry to Mallaig, a train, and the long drive home...
Thanks to Tom, Marlon, John and Kamran for sharing such a brilliant adventure with me. We didn't even fall out once.